Our Sky Sang in Story

I don’t remember the first time I looked up from the Kutala Hills to watch the Nannamen eclipse sweep across the midday sky.

Or the first time I felt the warm embrace of the Awlar Sea, heated by Zumur's Munur Radiance dancing off the triple moons.

I don’t remember the first time I smelled the Furamu Scent rising from the damp Luut leaves as they dried under the blue sun at the start of the Shuum Cycle.

Nor the first time I grimaced at the tart burst of Zutillu Berries as their sour nectar exploded on my tongues. My first memories exist in sound. I can still hear the wisdom-laden timbre of my Nima’s voice, recounting the ancient myth of Vaelar and the Šumara…

At the dawn of all things there were only two divine lights in the sky, Zamira the blue goddess-sun and Anaran the white god-sun. They danced in perfect harmony until a jealous force called Vordash stole Anaran away. Zamira's grief was so vast that a single tear fell through the void and became the water world we now call Inamun. To keep herself company Zamira filled those oceans with tiny sea creatures - ancestors of the people who would one day rise from water to walk on land. But Vordash was not content. He poured his malice into those seas and birthed the Ulmatapu, wave-of-death leviathans whose glowing tentacles dragged villages beneath the waves. In her mercy Zamira summoned her daughter Vaelara. With one graceful sweep Vaelara scooped up Inamun's floodwaters and cast them skyward to form the Kutala Hills. As the waters splashed into the thin air they froze into the first moon, Nannamen, whose pale glow at night shelters the people from darkness. Vaelara then breathed life into Inamun's children, gifting them a second set of lungs so they could escape Ulmatapu by fleeing to the high ground. But the force of Vordash lingered in Nannamen's path. As the moon spun around Inamun it carved the phases of night and day, stirred savage tides and brought the deadly eclipse known as the Nannamen Darkfall. When that darkness comes, families still climb the Kutala Hills to perform the Kutala Rite - drumming and dancing until Zamira's light returns. Legends say that one day the balance will be restored, Zamira and Anaran reunited, and Vordash banished forever. Until then the people of Inamun honor their ancestors, remember the Ulmatapu's terror and gaze up at their three moons - Nannamen, Kurumen and Zishara - each bearing a piece of the sky-goddess's promise.