In the earliest of all time, Zor, the color spirit, would roam the void, spreading color within the void. The colors molded upon one another and the world was created. Zor, seeing this creation from combination, spit unto the world and humans were formed. They populated the entire world, but it was in the center of the world that Zor touched to form Zora.
At first, Zora was full of big bland buildings in which the civilians lived simple lives. Zor, seeing this colorless city, placed a color beam of light in the middle of the city, signalling the humans to assemble. Reaching out their hand, Zor snapped color and pattern into this city, clapped Zoran (the language of shapes and color) into existence, and molded the transformation of humans into Zoraks with their colorful blood. The city, now bound with colors, shapes, and patterns, were now inhabited by Zoraks, the descendants of the blood of Zor. The newly formed Zoraks, without being binded by physical nature, touch their words into existence. With every touch, a shape and color are released. With every shape and color, a message is communicated.
Zor, seeing their creation, took satisfaction, but Zor was troubled. In Zoran, there was no word for Zor. “All the colors and spectrums of the world, I’ve seen; all the shapes, I know; all the combinations, I’ve memorized, yet Zor is unknown to the world and to history,” said Zor.
Zor, then speaking to the Zoraks, “I have given you resemblance and intelligence like thy, but thy must repay Zor with a word for Zor. Zor shall give you half a zo (billions of years) to create this word to my liking. If thy fails, Zora will fall and be lost forever.” Zor then continued to roam the voids within the voids, awaiting his return to Zora in half a zo.
[half a zo later, Zor returns with their color beam of life.]
Zor: “Sarcoline biddings, crimson cheer, I’ve come for my word that will flaxen yellow my Zor.”
[ZorakA approaches Zor.]
ZorakA: “Cheers, good lord. To the spirit of coquelicot, violet, and evergreen, welcome back to the land of Zora, home of the void.”
Zor: “Vantablack and Rasin. The color of thy mind is fearful. Hath the imaginated become a physicality, a fixed form in the void?”
ZorakA: “Zor, omnipresent and omnipotent, thy mind is Cyphochilus as a beetle, still as marine, and stable as a triangle. Thy and thy all hath minded a spectrums of Zor to address.”
[ZorakB approaches.]
ZorakB: “Zor of sangria violet, of ultraviolet, and ebony green. Zoraks have produced different roZ (colors) of Zor. Zor as Smaragdine and Mikado blend, a gradient of intensity to classify Zor as natural as Smaragdine, fine as Mikado, and lovely as Smaragdine-Mikado. The sphere of Zor.”
Zor: “Dath a color so primary, the shape so constructed. Can god be constructed and simple?”
ZorakB: “ZorakB be gray of shame and crimson of guilt. Thy blue and marine. Zor cannot be metallic gray constructed, Zor cannot be indigo simple.”
[ZorakB leaves and Zor faces ZorakA.]
Zor: “Hath the imaginated become a physicality, a fixed form in the void? Hath god been constructed a dath?”
ZorakA: “A physicality like graphene. Indestructible like carbon black. Thy hath conceptualized glacous and wenge integration. The shape of water of aegaen and admiral blue seas.”
Zor: “Dath a color secondary to all. A physicality without form, yet a physicality of inconsistence. Is Zor a gradient of nature, of abstraction, and definition?
[ZorakA angered, starts shouting.]
ZorakA: “ZorakA doesn’t understand the patterns of Zor. Nature itself is inconsistence, an abstraction of stability. Color is inconsistent yet consistent. Shapes are defined yet undefined. Is Zor bright red consist in inconsistency or yellow inconsistent in concistency, khaki shaped in formlessness or lepus blue shapeless in form, and emerald defined through the lack of definition or brown undefined in the presence of definition? Zor and roZ be a paradox of existence, a conflict of harmony, and a continuum of incontinuity? What is Zor?”
Zor: “Fulvous blasphemy, the bloody hell of scarlet, carmine, and burgundy. Does the blood of Zor, xanadu in depth, aqua of definition, and tangerine of intensity, not bid you shame in thy inquisition of thy blood? Zor is boundless of ivory description and sesame classification. Zor is Zor, thy blood and thy bloody life. Zor is thy colors which fill the void. Zor is Zor, omnipotent and omniscient. Thy blood dare vermillion defy Zor?
[ZorakC in a rage yells]
ZorakC: “If Zor were mahogany omnipotent and viridian omniscient, for what shamrock of a falu tick of time would tinted Zor need to come up with a neon word for Zor? Evergreen roZ should hail upon the highlighted trash of a yellow spirit.”
[Zor is angered]
Zor: “Thy question Zor, the creator of the seven spectrums, of all crystalized life, and all eburnean knowledge? Umber nothing can touch Zor yet ye hath bloody challenge the spirit of color? Black begone purple verve.”
[Zor ceases the conversation.]
Zor blew a breath at Zora, the Amaranth, Violet, and Sedona ravaged Zora. Like a crimson bloodbath, the Zoraks anguished with sangria pain from their core out. Their internal system crushed like silver, burned and decimated like fossil ash, and evaporated like a wisp of wood.
Slamming their hand onto the city, the city stopped in white-noise motion. Black, white, grey, carbon black, and ivory. There was a pause, an irreversible one. A blue freeze, a permafrost. Zora, colorless, and empty, being erased from the history of the world. The only pink remains… an illusion of a dream in the mind of humans of the creation of Zora when they reach the age of vertigo sixty-nine.
This is a part of the dream that humans on the birthday of age 69 will have, revolving around the city of Zora. It will go throughout the whole story during their slumber. This will be near the beginning, when Zor first appears on Zora to construct the city to his appearance. As this is a part of a dream, this imagery is only a gist of the vision that one has, but due to the lack of clarity, there are a lot of details that are ignored and cannot be rethought of. While this part of the dream isn’t too important, it provides something that is memorable about Zor’s appearance in Zora being the beam in which the surrounding is colorful. From this illustration, the color stands out as it’s plentiful much like the interpretation of Zora as a city of color that makes it everything pattern-like.
From this interview or lore, the important facts about how color is integrated as a way of speaking informs the audience of the culture of the city. It informs them of the way that color is used to describe emotions, nouns, and more. Furthermore, this lore explores why Zora is stopped in time, providing an answer to the lost of this civilization as something caused by Zor, the god. Not only that, but it expands on philosophical ideas of omnipotence and omniscience. If everybody is super smart and is a reflection of the god, why can’t they create something for the god? If everything is already known, can something unknown be created? Is this why the most knowledgable from Zora couldn’t live long until now? These are some of the questions that my interview wishes to highlight.
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