When the Creator was making everything...
Where were we?
Lipo trembled at this question, his heart filled with unbearable entanglement.
Indeed,
where were the Gods?
The now resplendent Gods, worshipped by mortals, where had they been when the heavens and the earth were unopened?
At that time, could there have been a place for the Gods in the world?
The more Lipo thought about this question, the more he felt as if his pride had been torn to shreds and cast into the sea, gradually drifting away with the repeated surges, never to be found again.
He was the Forest God, known to the people of the earth as the mother of all trees.
However...
Even the forests that he governed, all that he took pride in, were the Creator's creations.
"Hiris, we were nowhere."
After a long while, Lipo finally managed to give his difficult answer.
This answer was so difficult for the Divine to face, yet it was an undeniable fact.
