Before we're born, our lives are foretold. We're woven through puzzles until we're placed correctly, and we wait till our time comes. Our choices, actions, and beliefs are predicted by the Gods. Our blueprints are engraved in stone -- destined to follow their paths perfectly. Every step is planned, and every future is known.
Though like us, they're not perfect. Their system has flaws.
They believe in Karma, a spiteful version of cause and effect. They say those who don't do good don't deserve love. Criminals, who commit awful deeds, aren't allowed to find their soulmates, leaving many to be leftover -- doomed to never love. Slowly, the numbers of loveless humans rose, and chaos began to unfold. To cease the turmoil, the Gods developed a solution.
At first, changes were subtle. Our newborns began to develop color in their eyes, whereas we only held grey-like schemes. Soon enough, our eyes transitioned into an array of shades. Some people had brown eyes, others housed blue or pink, even green. These colors were so unlike us, but we cherished them.
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My people no longer cherished our given colors, but we wanted one another's. Cliques formed, favoring eye colors over personalities and whatnots. Popularity rankings flourished amongst kids, and bullying became common in teenagers. Hate thrived in communities, and crime ultimately followed. It was as if the God's plans had backfired, and we were left rotting and abandoned. Years passed, and the Gods did nothing. Crimes worsened, and death became imminent. Hope slipped from many's grasps, and belief left entirely for others. In mere seconds, our futures reduced to