Prologue:
In the beginning there was nothing, except blackness. There was no light, air, or life. One could literally walk for an entire lifetime and never see or hear anything.
Then, one happy day (though one could not tell if it was day, for there was neither a sun nor moon to separate day from night), something happened. A flickered of dust appeared, out of the darkness. It was not unlike a normal speck of dust; gray and small. But in this world containing nothing, it was a marvel of no comparison.
The dust sat, in the middle of nothingness, for timeless hours. It sat for days. Soon the days turned to weeks, and then to months, and finally years passed as the dust sat perfectly still.
Then one day, light shone, for time had passed for this dust, and a sun appeared out of the black abyss. Though this miraculous sight had shown, the dust did not budge.
One day, whilst the sun still shone, baking the endless space, another bright light suddenly appeared, spilling blue light across the space. And when this new moon shone, the sun disappeared into the blackness.
When the sun disappeared, it seemed it would never return, for it was missing for many hours, but soon the sun reappeared, and the moon disappeared. This cycle went on for many years, but still the dust did not move. Though something was different about it. It had grown from the size of a pencil tip, to the size of a grape.
From then on, many things began to change. The black space turned blue. Light blue in the day, when the sun was shining, and navy at night, when the moon glowed. The empty blue space then filled with rock and soil. This mass of land became large and solid, resembling a large island. The edges of this island flowed with water. But the water did not fall into nothingness, for a large, bowl-shaped cloud under the island caught it. The water then evaporated upwards, back into the island, where it returned to its rivers, lakes, and seas.
The dust still did not move. I only continued to grow, to the size of a baseball. The dust now sat on a small cloud above the island.
Then, life began to form. Plants began to sprout from the soil, growing into beautiful flowers and trees. They grew all across the island, getting water from the streams, and light from the sun. The dust grew to the size of a soccer ball.
Animals started appearing, drifting from the cloud on which the dust sat. The dust was now the size of a small human, and soon, it began to take color and shape.
Its skin turned brown, like a tree trunk. Its hair and eyes where green like leaves. It seemed to resemble a human male. He soon grew hungry, and formed a fruit tree to eat off of. Then it grew thirsty, and formed a small pod to drink from. It soon began to grow lonely.
One day he decided to create another being. He worked all day and night for a week, sculpting the being from a tree that he created. Soon it began to take a human-like form. This new being was female. Soon he finished sculpting her, and he called her Oki Oki, for the tree she was sculpted from was Oak.
When Oki first spoke, she asked him her name. He told her, and then she asked him his. He had never thought of a name for himself before. He though for a moment, and then replied;
"Encala," he pointed to the island below, "And that land below us, is Rucala."