The waters of the world grew ever darker and ever muddier. When the currents stopped flowing, a musty stillness filled the air.

Then, Praboh did descend, filled with concern, for Mokosh had yet to summon Him to present her gift. The length and breadth of the world He did travel, but His beloved was to be found nowhere.

Praboh did call and did listen, but ‘twas all for naught. All He did hear were the screams of animals, their speech tangled and offering no advice.

Returning to the Skies, Praboh did look for traces of His lover from above, for He did realise that if not found upon the Surface, she must be hidden in a place no eye couldst penetrate: underground.