In the wilderness of the her soltitude, she wept. She wept until the dark becomes gray and light becomes gloomy. She wept until gods become myths and world becomes clear. Along with her, all of the women wept, remembering their sorrows. They wept until their tears becomes stones and their minds become earth. Upon those stones , they built a temple and a fortress. They hide the keys of the temple in imagined realities, until they become one. One of the oldest tales men have ever spkoen.
