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The story had been told to ten generations...that a sky cloud would appear with the morning sun...it would possess three stages of evolution...stone aggregates of all size and shape would be given the power to reform themselves...each would at will separate from its own shadow and be able to dance in the light of day...the blue Herron would no longer rest upon them, toppling the unlucky aggregates it chose...the sky path would be for aggregate journeys...there would be rains of feldspar and mica...portending volcanic regeneration... |
