The world was created from a giant egg, laid by a God Bird. From shell came lands and mountains, tall. White formed rivers, lakes and oceans deep. And from yolk all life rose, great buffaloes and tiny blades of grass.
God Bird looks down on the world from the nest. He watches us. He judges us.
His wings turn day into night, his call thunders through the clouds.
We are His children. But He is a harsh father. He tests us to make us stronger. And those who fail are broken into thousand pieces. Like the Egg we all came from.
We live. We hunt. We fight and we die. But not all of us passes out of this world. Mark of our existence will always be here. |
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