I will tell you the story like my mother told it to me, and her mother
before that, as it’s been comin’ down through the generations. The great maker said to himself one day “I will make the world – the mountains, the seas, and the great green forests.” Why? Who but the great maker knows? So he set about to carvin’ the land from a great granite stone, and when he had made the sphere he set it up on the shelf for the night. But in the night the sphere fell down and rolled among the ash and dirt, coverin’ the world in the soil and sands, which we see fer ourselves. The next mornin’ the great maker arose, and found his world in the dust, and tried to blow it away. But he couldn’t remove all of the dirt, so he decided to cover it up. He planted the grass and the trees and the long stalks of corn and grain, and in some places fruit orchards and wild figs, and he called the goats and the bison and the great beasts to come and eat. The world was green and beautiful, full of life and growth, and when the maker finished that day he placed the world on a pedestal and called it Gaea, which in the ancient tongue means soil. This is what the Sicahn men call Cykluhn.
Now in the night the maker had many dreams about the possibilities of his new world, and when he awoke he sat down to work on his greatest work – the spirits. He drew breath and blew life into each and every one of them – some he placed into the earth, and some into flesh, and some were left incorporeal, free to roam as they will. Some were made greater and some were made lesser, and the greater spirits were given dominion over the lesser spirits – the greater spirits are what the Sicahn men call the Gods. And when the maker breathed upon the tree stumps, the first of our people emerged, and they inhabited the forests where they were born, and the first of our race was named Milikatel, the seed. Now the world was complete, with people, creatures, and spirits to inhabit it. And the great maker saw it fit to plant Milikatel and his people in a garden he had grown, a land between the seas, the land we call Blume. Since then our people and the other peoples of the world have grown and lived in harmony, and that’s how today came to be.
- Militiki the Yarner
When we went to Blume there was nothing. We built, and we grew. We took into account the fates woven across the expanse of nothing, and we prepared, toiled, swore. We came and gave of our own life into this that now spins in through the mists before our eyes. Now, this great and ancient creation breathes. Are our heartbeats in tune? Can we believe it? What are we, that we should doubt. And yet, where are those who said that they would come in and dwell. Where are our kindred, the spirits alive in the creation.
Dear land, we call you Flower, and set your gift before the seat of the unknown.
-From the Lays of Meyinata Upsa, the One, and the beginnings of beginnings