Eeraden, a golden god, was born and fell on the ground. The earth split and cracks started to wider. Crying and bleeding, Eeraden clumsily began to gather his legs and feet and stood for the first time in his life. He made his first step and fell flat on his face. Eeraden started to crawl. Then he raised himself on his hands and knees, and finally the god pushed the ground away and stood upright. He walked; and with each step his strength grew, a flow of energy entered his gleaming body, and desire to create blazed in his eyes. He ran. And each step was bigger than previous and each breath was deeper than previous. His bare feet met the ground with more and more force, and the earth shattered behind the running god. And the wind was screaming in his ears.
He ran fast, very fast, but not fast enough in comparison with everything around him. And Eeraden ran faster.
Many years passed and Eeraden ran so fast that he outran light itself and vanished from the sight. But he still ran, and with every moment he ran even faster. Suddenly, the world around convulsed, shook, jerked and breaking its unimaginable stillness started to move, trying to balance as well an unimaginable speed of the golden god. Many more years have passed since then until the world acquired its present speed and Eeraden cease quickening his pace. But he still runs even now, invisible for all. He never stumbles and he had never felt, save for the first time when born. When Eeraden, the golden god, does it again – everything will end.
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