Songs of Gods, Songs of Humans
; 2:02:46 AM: I was raised by an elder sister, and we lived on and on. This is how she raised me in a little grass hunt, and we lived on. During this time sounds of some gods fighting could be heard rumbling throughout the land. Many gods dying, countless gods dying continued to rumble uninterruptedly. Now finally I grew somewhat older, and these sounds began to make themselves heard: atop our grass hut spirits of the yankur from time to time would come rumbling. Going out to meet them, my own companion spirits would send forth their rumblings atop the grass hut. Gods of the same family, they would prolong their rumblings together. What could be the reason for this, I wondered. So I spoke these words: "My elder sister, you who have raised me will, tell me, I pray, the story!" thus did I speak. She appeared to be awe-stricken to an extreme. Her forehead quaked with fear. Many sparkling teardrops did she shed. After a while this is what she said: ...