The Song of Love

Before the World

In the beginning there was love. For all things begin in love on this world. The love that brought the world was that of Erami and Donnin, the formless warmth and the embodied cold.

Erami was the first and they were as formless and free as the air, which is their body, and as light and warm as the sun, which is their spirit. Donnin in turn came second and his body was the ground in all its strength and his spirit was the evershifting waters.

Summer

Donnin and Erami met for the first time and a kindling of love emerged where they connected. In the beginning this love was but a small ember, but they both enjoyed the warmth it brought them and thus they fostered and cared for it and it grew into the most beautiful thing to exist.

Such was their love that from it, the world itself came into being. Eramis Spirit mixed with Donnins and there was weather. Their spirit shone upon Donnins body and life was born, nurtured by the warmth. Eramis spirit blew into this life and gave them drive and purpose and lifes soul inhaled for the first time, vibrant and feeling, sombre and thinking.

The world was born and it was the first summer, where life could blossom and grow, spread and become. In their love, Donnin and Eramis spirits mingled more and more, great vapors rising, warmth spreading, both making the other whole and alive.

Storm

But alas Erami was called away, their path diverting from Donnins, a great curse parting those who never wished to be. Donnin, in his desperation shared more and more of his spirit with Erami, hoping to join them on their journey, desperately holding on to at least still be with them in spirit. Erami in turn left some of their body behind in their shared creation, the inner breath remaining behind with Donnin, but locked away in life itself.

Alas, a great sadness befell the land and the water fell as the great rains, tears of the gods, who cruel fate had parted. Further and further Erami ventured, and without their warmth, a great lethargy befell the world. Donnins spirit dulled and solidified, their creation, life became despondent, the world extracting a great toll from all that breathed Eramis final gift.

Winter

At last, the world fell into a bitter cold, and the great longing began. Both gods yearned for the embrace of the other, and the wait seemed unending. Erami, in unwavering faith still kept sending their warmth to Donnin, but so great was their distance, that nary a few hours of light arrived each day.

Rebirth

Finally though, Eramis absence could end and they returned from their journey. The warmth crept ever closer to Donnin and with the approaching reunion, the gods joy built and built, until the frost and snow melted and light spring rains, tears of happines fell down from the heavens. Ever since then, the year follows the same cycle and the gods let their emotions wash over the lands, living and loving each other, though sometimes cruelly parted, always looking forward to the next spring.