Who can count the age of the world? When my brothers and I came to this place, the rock was sharp and the grass short, but I make no claim at having been here when it was made, and certainly none at having made it.
Others are less reticent; when speaking to the local folk, Muriu claims to have vomited up the world in a spasm of indigestion. Why anyone finds that reassuring I have no idea. The truth is; Muriu came here long after we did.
Were I not myself a god I would denounce them all as liars.
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