The red wind drove the pollen farther and farther into the dead waters. From the evergreen fields came birdsong, animal voices, the white noise of countless insects. The dead waters bubbled, the desiccated trees a reminder of the past. Many years ago, she had drawn a boundary. A border of difference. The boundary crossed the entire earth plate, separating two worlds. At that time, two identical worlds. She planted two seeds, on each side. Two identical grains. She watered them. She watered them equally. She loved them, loved them equally. Two of the same kind. As time went on, two sprouts appeared, two identical sprouts. The sun loved them, the rain took care of them, the wind was kind to them. Time passed The earth began to die, the earth bloomed. The water began to rot, the water was beautiful. The animals started to get sick, the animals were happy. Insects disappeared completely, insects lived merrily in the grass. The birds stopped flying, the birds sang so happily.