In the beginning, were the Skies and the Skies were vast, good, and brimming with power. Ne’er shalt human minds be of the capacity to comprehend the peace and wisdom that did fill the Skies so. All things in the universe were in the form of the most sacredest of breath, the untouched essence of the soul, divinity of divinities, the beginning of all life.

And then the Skies, good in their nature, awoke as if once aslumber. Arose they did and condensed like dew, and their consciousness shone o’er the world such as the source of infinity. Lo, ‘twas the birth of Praboh, known as the Father of Peoples, the Lord in the Skies, the Breath Giver, mild as a breeze and strong as a storm.

His land was wonderful, forever bright, soft, infinite, and devoid of worries.