I am Aurora. Messenger of the Sun.
Wind… I conjure you
Travel through Iceland. Gather everything you see into one story and bring it before the Lord of the Seas and Oceans. So that he may decide what to do with this story.
– And so the enchanted wind lashed Iceland with its blows. How many years did it take him according to human reckoning, it is difficult to count, to traverse it all. And when he was finally satisfied. The taste of fullness filled him. Only then did he travel to the oceans.
– O Lord of the Seas and Oceans. I am the wind enchanted by Aurora, messenger of the Sun, to place a gift in your hands. Enclosed in one story about what I experienced while wandering through Iceland.
One of the ancient gods awakened from sleep in the times called by humanity the age of science
– I know this people. Descendants of Odin. Only a few of them can experience Valhalla…
And their faces, when they sailed through my domain in their boats…
I have not witnessed such guests in my home for a long time. The world has changed. It has donned a different skin. Taking on the traits of the current constellation through which it now traverses the sky.
And although the old gods have passed into oblivion, there is an ancient city with which I have made a covenant. They call me Neptune there. So rush to it as quickly as possible. Reach it at night. And spread the seeds of your story across the sky. Let them fall on the dreams of its inhabitants, like raindrops fall on the ground. And let everyone take from it whatever they want.