There are three main stories revolving around the birth of Nyanhone and the original members of the Okuru Tribe. These stories are referred to as The Pillars of Life. The first pillar is creation, the second, death, and the third is immortality. Most of the ancient elders of the tribe understood the first two pillars were reality and immortality was nothing more than wishful thinking. One man, a shaman named Por'Lok, was not convinced by the notion that immortality was attainable. His relentless desire to learn the means of immortality was not because he wanted to live forever, it was to appease his arrogance. He desired nothing more than to prove to the rest of the tribe that he was right.

Eventually, Por'Lok's obsession and disagreement with the tribal leaders about preaching different opinions than theirs led to Por'Lok being exiled from the tribe. Originally, the tribal leaders wanted to have Por'Lok executed, but Por'Lok assumed as much and fled into the mountains in the center of the island. The tribal leaders sent hunters after Por'Lok but when only a handful of those hunters returned from the hunt with tales of the horrific deaths suffered by the others the tribal leaders decided it was best to simply leave Por'Lok in the mountains. Por'Lok had no intention of returning to the small village either, at least not until he had found a source of immortality.

Unfortunately for the obsessive shaman, immortality was a slippery target to get his hands on. For years, Por'Lok studied immortality with little to no luck, but eventually he found a lead that appeared as though it would pay dividends. It occurred to Por'Lok that he had spent much of his time studying looking for a way to extend the form of life that the deities had provided their subjects. He came to the conclusion that no mortal could improve a work of art created by the creators. He did, however, believe that he could create a piece of art that was capable of protecting the creation of his gods. To do so, Por'Lok knew he would have to call upon the powers of the world, he would have to create something that grew from the ground to utilize the power that the gods gave the world.

To Por'Lok there was nothing more beautiful than the flowers that grew in the wilderness of the island. When he wasn't studying he would stand at the edge of the cliffs near his mountain hut and look down at the wilderness. One day while he stared down at the flora below him he thought about the way that flowers would come into existence as a bud, a protective pod that was seemingly immune to the effects of time. While the beauty of the flower was protected within the bud its beauty was held in perfect form. Its life was endless until the bud blossomed, opened, let the flower see the world, and let the decaying nature of time see the flower. There had been many times when Por'Lok had half-heartedly wished that the flowers could return to their protective buds as he stared at the dying flowers of the wilderness. It made sense to him at that moment that he would create a flower that would only blossom if told to do so and he would store the soul of a man or woman within the protective bud so time could not get its greedy hands on the soul.