The Firmament and The Fury.

The brightest star in the sky is buried under the mountain. 

There was the Sea Stillness. There was the Sea Unmoving. There was only the Sea Silent, Khy. Forever it was and in it a Noise from Still wave Crashing into Still wave. Though repeated forever before and now and after, once the waves crashed harder than before. Three drops of Motion and Movement and Noise, Ooah, rose from and fell to Khy. One and two and three. In them created three sets of three ripples, movement across Khy, Slil. The First Set, Oola and Sid and Togunng. The Second Set, Sprigdah and Rohxeslath and Daofat. The Third Set, Zexslil and Vedraslil and Slakslil. And the truly Silent Set, Dhrotah and Hatohrat and Dexluis. In the Sea, Khy and Slil mingle. 

Though there are many names, and more names still, Sid and Sprigdah, Gos and Dah, in their love and hate and whimsy, created all Being.

Gos, with needle fingers, weaves from Khy and Slil a tapestry, The Silent Sea. Forever before and now and after, Gos weaves the Silent Sea. Each thread a wave overlayed until the eye could not pierce it. It captured in its object the Stillness and the Unmoving and the Silent. It was forever refined, any loose thread tucked and trimmed and made perfect. Its constant change was longer than time itself, and it wrapped around all Being. No stain or thread or pattern out of place mar the surface. It was continuation and refinement and ever perfected. It was The First.

But Dah could not stand its incomplete nature. Dah painted upon it with Oola and created three beings simple and broken and complete. The Second and The Third and The Fourth. 

When Gos saw that the tapestry had been stained, unfixable in its nature, the Understanding of Gos broke. Whether from great jealousy or great ire, the pointed Fingers of Gos impaled Dah through the back to make something complete. Gos plucked the heart from the Chest of Dah and cast it down to the Silent Sea. And from the Heart, Dei, the fragile star so fierce, sprung the World. And the World enveloped the Silence. And in the final moment of Dah, the Hand of Gos was removed from Gos. Sid become Siddarath. The Corpse of Dah, Bor, followed after the heart, striking the World with such force that it cracked in all places. It was remade. The Body of Bor created the rock and stone and dirt. The Blood of Bor created the rivers and the seas and the rains. The Rage of Dah created the fires and the furies and the fates of the World. And the Love and Whimsy and Longing of Dah created the breath of the World. From Bor erupted the Bortunng, and it stood above the World. Dah become Bor. 

So followed the Hand of Gos, bleeding from the wrist. The Blood of Gos dotted and drenched the World, and from the blood sprouted the Voda, from the hand, sprouted the Siddarvod.

The Second, The Third, The Fourth stood upon canvas of the Silent Sea as the World shuddered and broke. The Valley opened beneath The Third, and The Third fell into its depths. The Second and Fourth suffered the tempest above while the walls of the great valley gave The Third sanctuary. The Third lived its life in the Valley safe and trapped and innocent.