A lifeless expanse sits beneath a vociferous sky
A bolide flood from the furthest depths
From the arid remains of storm ravished land
A slurry forms of ash and bone
Fruition constructed at the hand of light and wind
The mortal world now in permanence
The first generation of human existence
Shaping the land with muddy palms
Their own creation amidst the caverns
Construction of stick and loam
Woven seamlessly with that of their creator
This village has its dawn amongst the canyons