Ananu and Enkidu imitated it with clay, weaving it with clay.
Become like [human beings] - this is what they think.
Their shapes gradually change, as they are willing and shaped by themselves.
Has four limbs.
Has a head.
Has antlers.
Has a pattern.
There is nothing else.
This is human beings, it’s amazing.
Ananu and Enkidu became like this, like clay figures, but they were still trapped in the storm.
But they can already move their bodies freely.
The head, hands, and feet can all move, but compared to the original mud-like body, this kind of restraint is still too big.
It was originally a random shape, but now it is constrained into a "human" shape.
How strange.
How amazing.
Ananu and Enkidu, who had turned into [completely human], looked at themselves.
As mentioned before, except for their heads, limbs, horns like tree branches, and strange patterns on their bodies, they have nothing. Naturally, they have no facial features, no eyes for seeing, and no nostrils for breathing.
There are no ears for hearing sounds.
Their perception still comes entirely from magic.
It took Ananu and Enkidu eighty days from entering the storm to understanding that it was a "human voice" in the storm.
And it took them another eighty days to transform from pure mud to the current posture.
After becoming like this, they started calling.
【Human, can you hear me?】
【Human, can you hear me?】
The two clay figures shouted together, calling to the completely human being.
The clay figures didn't know what fatigue meant, nor did they know enough was enough. The two clay figures alternated, calling again and again.
I don’t know how long I have been calling.
And finally, at a certain time——
"who?"
Such language is conveyed.
It was like a girl's, clear and sweet voice, with a little doubt.
The owner of this voice and language seemed to have heard something.
Something never heard before.
"Is anyone there?"
call--
The strong wind howled and spread in all directions.
Along with such doubts, the storm disappeared as it intensified.
Because the storm disappeared, the two clay figures fell down.
They hit the ground and turned into their original appearance - just two piles of pure mud.
But the idea of "becoming human" still remains in their thinking.
So, they stood up again.
Just like a person who has fallen into deep water and climbed to the shore, he transformed into a clay figure again and stood on the ground, looking around suspiciously.
--What's this?
Enkidu bent down.
It noticed something on the ground.
【Flower, this is a flower.】
Ananu lay on the ground, looked at a small flower carefully, and conveyed her thoughts to Enkidu.
【flower?】
The two clay figures gathered next to the same small flower, feeling a little at a loss.
But at this moment, the same thought ran through the two clay figures.
So beautiful, this flower.
The screams and storms disappeared in an instant as if they didn't exist, leaving only this small, beautiful flower.
【Is this missing?】
【No, this is a voice.】
Two clay figures communicated.
What can they hear and feel from the top of this flower?
But - it was really too weak and too blurry.
They can't determine what the flower is saying.
What is the meaning of language? Why did the previous storm disappear?
In the storm, the figure glimpsed - that is, the prototype of this body, is it a "complete human being"?
Neither Ananu nor Enki knew.
Because the flower has faded.
No, this is——
【Close?】
[Or should I say, returned? 】
The two clay figures looked at the flower bones in front of them, tilting their heads as if thinking, but still did not understand the meaning.
【But the one just now should be language.】
An "arm" of Ananu and an "arm" of Enkidu are connected together, exchanging their own mud, and also exchanging their own thoughts and ideas.
【Language?】
[Aren’t those sounds before that language? 】
【No.】
【Then what is that?】
The clay men were waiting for this flower, which bloomed and closed again, shaking their heads and thinking.
What is it? What is it?
I don’t know what it is, but it’s definitely not language.
【The real language should be the one that comes from this flower.】
[So is this flower the true form of human beings? 】
【Maybe it became like this because the storm disappeared. 】
Ananu turned into a puddle of mud again and spread it around the flowers.
Feeling Annanu's behavior, Enkidu also followed suit and spread around the flowers with Annanu.
Then the second flower and the third flower appeared.
They are in contact with the first flower, wanting to understand and communicate.
[Hey, talk to us, humans.] Ananu said to the flower.
[We want to understand you, we want to know you.] Enkidu said to the flower.
The scream was still happening, but it had gone to the sky - it happened at the moment the flower closed.
This stalemate has passed for a long time.
But every day Ananu and Enkidu recorded it in detail, even though it was the same.
One day, Ananu told Enkidu the idea "How about we try to make this flower bloom."
【Okay.】Enki is meaningless.
They kneaded each other's magic power together, and then carefully and gently placed it on the flower.
——The flowers still haven’t bloomed.
This is a process of communication, but also a process of understanding.
The closed flower still exudes something like longing.
【Let’s talk again, just once. 】
Ananu said expectantly.
【No matter what, we will listen.】
Enkidu said expectantly.
ah.
At this moment, the scream in the sky disappeared again.
The magic power of Ananu and Enkidu is truly connected to the flower.
Just like the link between Ananu and Enkidu.
And it was at this moment that they finally clearly perceived the meaning conveyed by the flowers.
"Thanks."
"So beautiful - ah."
The girl's voice was still as pleasant as a silver bell, accompanied by sweet laughter, ringing in the thoughts of Ananu and Enkidu.
And the flowers are in full bloom.
Ananu and Enkidu were stunned.
This is what it feels like.
This may be the moment when [will] is exchanged.
How wonderful, how wonderful.
Ananu and Enkidu finally found out at this time.
Know the name of this [completely perfect human being].