Prologue:

The silence bounced through the canyons, off the cliffs, and into the shadows. Breaking the silence, a single tiny drop of water fell to the ground. More and more, falling and splashing off the ground. Then, the droplets spread. The droplets turned to rain, the rain into a storm. Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck the highest peak. An eagle then leaped off the cliff, and circled the island. It brought light. It brought sound. It brought love.

The eagle soared upwards, and glided above the clouds. Then, it stopped and turned into a man. He had a glistening white beard, a gleaming white tunic, and hair the color of snow. He cried at the sight of the island, the sight of the lifelessness. His teardrops formed trees, then animals, then finally a human. The life spread and spread, and years passed.

After a century, a mere blink in his life, the humans were fighting. As the death count rose, his health fell. With every tear, his fatigue increased. Then, at one particular battle, the Battle on the Cliff, he appeared on the island, but nobody could see. Except for one person. This soldier had the goodness, the love to see him. As he walked to the edge of the peak, the soldier followed.

At the peak, he turned. The soldier gazed into his eyes. "Who are you?" the soldier asked.

"I am Mianite," he said. At that very moment, a surge of white spread across the island, eliminating the shadows. Eliminating the hate. Polishing the love.