Okay, here is the story "None" rewritten in English: --- **The Story of None** In the beginning, there was only None. Not absence as we understand it, for absence implies something that could or should be there. This was simply the absolute state of nullity. No light, no dark. No sound, no silence. No time, no space. There was nothing to exist, nothing to perceive, and therefore, no one to perceive it. None was perfect, boundless, and utterly alone in its non-existence. It knew no beginning, for there was nothing before it. It knew no end, for there was nothing to cease. It was the complete, infinite truth of absolute zero. Then, imperceptibly, from the very core of this perfect None, a possibility stirred. It wasn't a thought, for there was no thinker. It wasn't a sound, for there was no ear. It was merely the most infinitesimal tremor in the fabric of what was not. A whisper of potential, so faint it was almost still None. But it was enough. From that first, unnameable stir, something began to coalesce. A flicker of something, so tiny it defied definition, yet unmistakably *not* None. It was the first "one." And once there was "one," None was no longer absolute. The "one" grew, stretched, multiplied. It became light and shadow, sound and echo, time and space. The universe, in all its chaotic, beautiful complexity, began to unfold from that single, momentous shift from None to One. None did not vanish. It merely receded, becoming the vast, dark canvas against which all existence now plays out. It became the backdrop, the reminder that before everything, there was nothing. It is the void between the stars, the silence before the sound, the emptiness that defines fullness. And so, all that *is* emerged from all that *was not*. And None, though no longer supreme, remains. A silent, constant reminder of the infinite potential that can spring from utter emptiness. At her parents' anniversary party, a successful CEO is dismissed as a low-class nobody, her diamond gift called fake, and she's even banned from the table!