Truly, the Age of Misery did begin most terribly. Humans were falling, stricken by the foul power of the Horrors, they did gather in droves like timid game, and helpless they were like a lost child facing a pack of wolves.

A sight most sorrowful for the eyes it must have been: a most shocking tableau depicting the humans’ pitiful downfall and the consequent rise of the Horrors’ loathsome rule. Daboh did watch all this from above, the heavenly guardian and the Great Benefactor, warm and radiant like a kiss of happiness incarnated, strong and invincible like the Sun in the Sky, which he is.

Thus did Daboh step down to the Earth, amongst the humans, and gathered them around him. He did order them to collect wood and to pile it upward and then to encircle it with stones. No one did understand what the purpose of this folly was, but they did listen to their god, for he was great and benevolent.