Full of bitterness, Veles was, and Mokosh did see that he began to turn away from her and that a great torment did fester within him. Then, he did show her the destruction that the people sowed upon the world, as they were forever young and strong like half-gods. And she felt distraught, too, as she did revere the beauty of man and woman, and she had not concluded how careless were their actions.

She became concerned, for she loved Praboh and his creation, alas, but so she also admired the wonders of Veles’s work, and she felt sorry for his animals and plants.

And so she went to a place where a cave had collapsed, and a dead creek reached the verge of the Surface. She touched a pool, and the water, awakened by her fingers, did pour into the rocks, carving a crevice within them.

Mokosh summoned the Water of Life to herself so that after having given life to every creation, be it Veles’s beasts and herbs or Praboh’s humans, it would return to her goddess, to the Underworld, putting an end to the life on Earth.

And hence began Time, and death thus changed the flow of the River of Life, pushing it into the dark chasms of the Underworld.