Agu did not begin his work again.
After two failures, he had finally understood the problem.
"I am too small," Agu said softly.
Compared to the world created by God, his existence was insignificant. Storms, rainstorms, and all other natural phenomena far exceeded his limited power.
Even if he worked faster, even if he tried to guard against rain and wind, he could never contend with the forces of heaven and earth.
"My power is weak," Agu murmured. "But the power of heaven and earth is infinite."
Frustration weighed heavily on his heart, yet within it, a faint idea began to take shape. He was also a creation of God, entrusted with a mission. Perhaps one day, he would become an existence capable of wielding infinite power.
Only then could he truly complete God's task.
"But first," Agu said quietly, "I must solve the problem before me."
He stopped building blindly and resumed traveling, seeking new understanding.
During this journey, Agu discovered many things.
He found volcanoes, witnessed flowing magma, and saw black obsidian forming in the heat. He crossed deserts filled with endless gravel and sand. He stood before towering waterfalls and descended into vast canyon basins. He observed countless landforms and exposed minerals beneath the open sky.
Yet none of these could enrich the world.
They already existed. They were not born of him.
Until now, Agu still did not know how to complete the mission God had given him.
"But this must be a test given by God," Agu said with resolve. "And I will definitely complete my mission."
Once more, he set out to observe the natural scenery.
He witnessed violent storms, lightning splitting the sky, and thunder shaking the land. He also saw days when the sky was clear, without a single cloud.
Agu counted the passing days. He jumped into a river and washed the dust from his body. After climbing out, he stood on the bank and shook himself, scattering the remaining water.
Then he looked at his reflection.
His face had not changed, but the feathers covering his body were no longer as clean and pure as before. Some clung together, refusing to separate even after washing. Agu waved his wings and used his beak to carefully straighten them. As he worked, several feathers loosened and drifted away, floating on the surface of the river.
Agu watched the feathers float downstream, his thoughts still fixed on his mission.
Was it truly necessary to rely on such a clumsy method, endlessly assembling natural objects into creations and spreading them across the world?
How long would that take?
Was that really the scenery of the journey that came from himself?
And after all of that, could he truly return to God?
As these thoughts shifted in his mind, Agu looked at his reflection again and reached a conclusion.
He did not believe in himself.
He believed in the God who had given him the mission.
If God believed he could do it, then it must be possible.
With this conviction, Agu continued flying forward.
Soon, he saw a familiar place.
"Where is this?" The thought stirred, and Agu hastened toward it.
As he looked upon the land, slightly altered yet deeply familiar, understanding dawned immediately.
"This is where I was born," Agu said softly. "The place where I first saw the world."
His journey had not been a straight path. After countless turns, he had returned here.
"This is where I received God's mission."
Agu stood upon the mound of his birth, staring at the scarlet stains that had yet to fade. The blood remained vivid, as if everything had happened only yesterday.
Looking at the blood, shame welled up in his heart. He had traveled for so long, yet achieved nothing.
Then something struck him.
Agu lowered his gaze and examined the blood more carefully.
"Pigeon blood," he said.
He froze.
His name was Agu, not pigeon.
A realization surged through him. He lowered his head and struck his own body with his beak, tearing open his flesh. Bright red blood flowed out and dripped onto the ground.
Agu stared at it.
This time, he understood.
This was Agu's blood.
"It really is different," he whispered. "Completely different."
"Then am I truly the first life?"
With urgency, Agu used his claws to dig into the ground where the pigeon blood lay. He cleared away the stained soil, revealing a small body beneath.
A pigeon, far smaller than himself, lay in the pit. There was a gaping hole in its chest.
A vague memory surfaced, as though Agu himself had emerged from it.
As he stared at the scene of his birth, Agu's instinctive ability to understand all things failed him for the first time.
Then, suddenly, it shifted.
A connection formed.
A record emerged.
Genesis 1:1.
God destroyed illusion and created desolation by killing the dove.
Genesis was the record of major events during the creation and development of the world, automatically engraved by the world itself. These records existed everywhere, but only beings who had attained enlightenment could perceive them.
Agu's thoughts raced. Hot tears streamed from his eyes as he prostrated himself upon the ground and prayed.
"I wandered in a great circle and finally returned to the beginning," he said. "Only now do I understand God's revelation."
"God had already told me everything."
Following the first record, two more Genesis appeared.
Genesis 1:2: God gave birth to the beginning. Feathers were born in the soil, and they saw God and received their name.
Genesis 1:3.: God said, you will complete your journey in the world and then return to Me.
At that moment, a fourth record formed.
Genesis 1:4.: Agu shall traveled between heaven and earth, perceived his own insignificance, and returned to the place where God began.
Standing before the pit, Agu finally understood how he was meant to fulfill God's mission.
He rose into the sky, flying higher and higher, until the land below shrank beneath him.
Then he stopped flapping his wings.
He fell.
He possessed eternal life, capable of spanning vast stretches of time, but that eternity belonged to him alone.
His individual power was too small.
So let more life appear.
Agu crashed into the ground.
His body shattered.
Feathers, flesh, and bone scattered across the land.
In the instant of death, he faintly sensed something profound, but before he could grasp it, his consciousness vanished.
And with his death, everything he left behind began to change.
Genesis 1:5.
According to the will of God, Agu fell from the sky to the ground, and death gave birth to life.