EXTRACT 1
In the long days before the second birth, before the blood stained his skin, Arez would walk in the deep valleys of the world.
In one hand a staff with which he stirred heavens, and shears for clipping the leaves of the trees in the endless garden of the unspoilt earth.
Before there was death, Arez walked in the deep valleys of the world.
His path reversed the order of her creation
Seas he sailed set aflame, flowers died in the fields, and mountains cracked and fell.
EXTRACT 2
Arez, I name thee abandon.
Shredded he, the curtain that hangs between the world and the void.
Flows now the world into the void.
A leaving your bloody cloak behind as evidence of your crimes
and the cold and heartless reason
The goddess bares the great burden to the make the world over and over.
As the winter takes the flowers, as the void takes the dead, she blesses a thousand wombs with life, and scatters new blooms in the wild fields.
All flows into the void it is the boundless sea beyond the river of life.
She must birth the world over and over as the baker each morning bakes the bread.
This is the design of Arez to leave Zera too weak from her labours to always care for all her many children from mountains to Rasa, from great lakes to delicate lilies all shift in the breeze of ages.