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Mythic Platypus

In the beginning was Ai.

Ai, who made the fields of night and sowed them with the stars.
Ai, who took their fire and made for himself a forge.
And from that forge came the thoughts of Ai.

Remember the thoughts of Ai, you who live in Erga-Ai,
who are the work of Ai, and were not born to die.

Speak now and tell me what thought came first from the forge of Ai!

On came first.
On the Mighty.
Of all the works of Ai, he is the greatest.
And he sprang from the forge showering sparks of fire, unquenchable.
In him lived the first portion of the strength of Ai, and he made his home
in the middle heavens, glorying in his power and his might.

Speak now and tell me what thought came second from the forge of Ai!

Urra came second.
Urrah the Crafty.
Of all the works of Ai, she is the wisest.
And she stepped from the forge glowing white with its heat, for the fire belongs to On.
In her lived the first portion of the mind of Ai, and she made her home
but a little ways form her brothers, rejoicing in her wisdom and beauty.

Speak now and tell me what thought came third from the forge of Ai!

Erga-Ai came third.
Erga-Ai the Compassionate.
Of all the works of Ai, she is the most loving.
And she stepped from the forge and bathed herself in the tears of Ai, for in them
lies a great secret.
In her lived the first portion of the heart of Ai, and she made her home
between that of her brother and that of her sister, rejoicing in the light that they made.

And Ai bid his children dance, and they danced with all their might before the forge of Ai.

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