It was the beginning of time. There was nothing but empty blackness. The Mother of All Things, alone in the dark, began to sing. Her song was the song of creation. As she sang, all that heard her answered her call and tumbled from the void into existence. First, she sang into being a crown of stars upon her head and a train of comets behind her.
One day, as Lion was looking down from his mountain
He said to himself, “I wish to take a journey beyond my land
To discover what lies in the far reaches of the world
And I will journey on and on to the ends of the earth
To the place where I can go no further!”