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The girl is only one in the world. That makes her the god of this world.

She found herself on an island when she began to understand things around her. There was a mansion on the island, which was connected to an old castle by a passageway. She did not know why for what purpose those structures which completely seemed to be unfit in the environment were built there. She did not need to know why. And besides, the girl never wondered why she had been there before she realize. There were a huge amount of preserved foods and daily necessaries inside the warehouse of the castle, so she did not have to starve (although she was hungry until she realized these were eatable). But she almost died several times because of sickness and injuries. In most cases, she almost got herself killed by eating either spoiled food or plants and inorganic things around her.
She used the mansion as a residential area, and almost never set her foot in the old castle. There was no particular reason to draw a line between the two structures. It was only a rational judgment that the old castle was unfit for her to live there. She had nothing to do. The island was small, and one could go around it in half a day by foot. All she could see at the beach was the ocean, the sky, clouds and the horizon stretching as far as she could see in a 360-degree view. That was the everything the world offered.

She painted a human being. It was good. But the girl did not feel like painting a human being in a bigger size. Because she was unable to judge whether it was well drawn or not. So she decided to add a figure of a boy into the paintings of landscape she had painted. Boy was added to all the paintings. With no specific reason, she was starting those paintings in the same places where she painted them. There was not single place in the mansion she did not paint. The boy was just standing straight in all the paintings. And the boy was looking straight ahead. It meant that the girl and the boy looked at each other every time she looked at the paintings. The girl had no feeling of achievement. Would he be a "human??” She thought. This was the "painting of a human being”. She knew that from the very beginning. He did not move. She did not think. He was simple there, lonely? Finally, she could ask herself by finding the word. She was not lonely. The girl started practice drawing her own portrait from the day after the wedding. There was only one human being on the side of the paintings. So, she started painting herself on the paintings.

On the other side of the paintings, the two had smiles on their faces. Still, the girl felt strange to see herself in the paintings. She could not find right words to describe her feelings. She did not really understand her emotion .But the paintings continued to capture her attention without making her bored for first time for month to come. The girl was alone in the world. That made her the god of this world.

Something mysterious happened.
It was the day after she repainted all of her paintings, hundreds in numbers.
The two in those paintings had moved. But it did not startle the girl, because she had no idea asking herself whether it was abnormal or not. From the beginning, she was trying to make humans. "Did it work?" The god looked inside the miniature garden. She looked close at the paintings. It appeared that the other side of the paintings could not see the world on her side. The two in the pictures seemed to be doing something, smiling at each other. But the paintings were blured. The world itself appeared blurred, giving her no clue to see what they were doing. Why, the girl thought. She could not confirm results. She could not see what was supposed to be there. A strange feeling developed in her mind.
She could not describe what it was. She could not find in a dictionary the definition of something she could not describe. She wondered why the paintings became blurred even though she painted them so clearly. Was it a failure? But the two in the paintings were smiling at each other. That was what her felt--which made her feel weird on the other side of the paintings. Something must have been wrong. I had understood things in the way, making mistakes repeatedly? She thought. She repainted them over and over. But the results were exactly the same. She was at a loss. She began to unsure of everything.

The girl is the only one in the world. So she thought she should make her world much cleaner. She burned all pictures. She set fire to the mansion and the old castle. Along with the structures, she burned all her memories. Lastly, the god threw the trash, the only trash left in the world, out from the cliff.