Now there is no earth, there s only water, only endless water clear to the four corners of nothing. If Snake drank this water, Death would fall from him; if Scorpion, dead, drank it, he would live again, rise in a spatter of light.
The water shakes with the silence of unknown sounds, sounds that haven´t yet been heard. All this endless, all this useless water! The Snake that drank would be deathless-- but there is yet no Snake, no Scorpion.
Within this brightness, within this blankness, is only God Kara-han, the Gander flying lonely, flying lonely above the water.
Above the waters, twisting mist scented with colors not yet seen, God Kara-han flies white and lonely; No sound yet nor breath but the eternal flutter of the Gander´s flight, the ham-sa, ham-sa of his beating wings.
The empty, lonely, quaking waters became a mist, a mist that entered, thin and warm, the Gander s heart; the Gander´s wings drove him on-- will Time come to free him from flight?
Nothing. No song. No love. Deadly chains, loose and broken, rings in the water, rings of disorder. Will Space come to free the Gander, to free God Kara-han from watery chaos?
Endless rings of ringing water spread then to Time, Time whose mouth is a blood-soaked rose. God Kara-han, godly Gander, flew in fear of the unknown depths, of unseen drunken, unseen enchanted, unseen things in the lonely water.
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