And fear fell upon all of creation, for all things became mortal. And the plants did wilt, animals waste, women’s wombs wither, and men did turn to ash. Mokosh bound the springs which the life flowed from, and no more were things as they were in the Beginning.

Women and men were dying. The breath infused by Praboh did flee from them, and that last breath so longed for the life it tasted thanks to the Water that it wandered aimlessly around the world, wailing and calling out to the Heavens.

So Praboh created new animals, light as the air, for which the Skies were home, and he named them birds. And every breath that left a mortal body couldst mount a bird steed and fly to Praboh to join with him and fill him with memories. The people did call that breath a soul.