The Whitenight came, and Evernight was banished. Helios, the divine chariot of the sun, was finally completed. 'The Year of Sight, or the First Year of Sun and Moon' So our ancestors began to build the Helios, with him as their leader. The sage Abrax's wisdom was awakened, and he unveiled a light-bringing miracle from within his hands. We call her Kairos, or 'the ruler of the unchanging world.' We dare not speak her true, secret name, and so I pen it here, only once, and in reverse: 'Htoratsi.'

She was every second of joy, every moment of rage, every instant of longing, every minute of obsession. She was the measure of a thousand winds and the sun and the moon. We knew the only one who had not forsaken us as the 'Ruler of Time.' She was the moment. A ship captain searching for the way back to the surface discovered a tribe of people who ate these lotuses. Using it, they would cast a long shadow over the land.Ī lotus that causes all who look upon it to forget their troubles. When the sage died, someone would monopolize the flame. They even got used to a life of darkness and fire. Seeing that they did not comprehend, he lit a torch - and thus did people come to worship the flame, believing it to be the sun.

Among them was a sage who had once seen the sun, and he told the gathered folk about what life under the sun was like, and about the great might of the sun. In a dark cavern, there lived a group of people who had never seen the light. The prayers of the people turned into lamentations, but the Primordial One and its three other shining shades could not hear. But there was only darkness in this place, and so their hunting grounds were untrammeled. Our ancestors chased them into the shadows with the light of a thousand lanterns, and they hid in those shadows, hunting us. The people of the Seven Sovereigns had found refuge in the oceans, and the Dragonheirs of the Depths ruled this particular place, which led to war between them and our ancestors. Our ancestors and their ancestral land fell into this place during that conflict. That day, the heavens collapsed and the earth was rent asunder. The second throne of the heavens came, and war was rekindled, as it was in the world's creation. But the path to temptation had already been sealed. The one taboo was to succumb to temptation. If melancholy were to spread, the heavens would reply with their voices. If there was poverty, the earth would bring forth its riches. If there was hunger, the heavens would bring down food and rain. The people gathered, and the first poems were written. The people mined, and so reaped the first crop of precious ore. The people worked the land, and so came the first harvest. As long as they were happy, it too rejoiced. The Primordial One had a sacred plan for humans. From that time, our ancestors made a covenant with the Primordial One, and so entered into a new age. Together, they also created flowers, grass, and trees, before finally creating humans - our ancestors, numerous as the stars in the sky, uncountable as the sand on the shore. The Primordial One and one of its shades created the birds of the air, the beasts of the earth, and the fish of the sea. The mountains and rivers were made, and the seas and oceans accepted those who rebelled and those who would not kneel. 'Four Hundred Years After the Held Branches' The Primordial One, the great sovereign, began the creation of heaven and earth for 'our' sake - that of its creations which it cherished most, who would soon appear upon this earth. The Seven Sovereigns were vanquished, and the seven nations submitted to the heavens. However, Phanes, the Primordial One, used the eggshell to separate the 'universe' and the 'microcosm of the world.'įorty winters entombed the flames, and forty summers churned the seas. But for the world to be created, the egg's shell had to be broken. It had wings and a crown, and was birthed from an egg, androgynous in nature. The Primordial One created shining shades of itself, and the number of these shades was four. Then the true lord, the Primordial One, came forth and did battle against the seven terrifying sovereigns, dragon-lords of the old world. When the eternal throne of the heavens came, the world was made anew. Grant us divine wisdom - let us endlessly record! O heavenly gods, these creations are your works. What we wish to record is the tale of how heaven's will took shape on the earth below. The writing is a mix of fables and histories from the beginning of the world to the creation of the Dainichi Mikoshi.

A chronicle that ordinary folk have been forbidden to read.

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