Leviathan jaws spew from its mouth eternal manna the fountain of order flowing with beauty and truth. Heavy layers of the foundation stones were laden upon chaos that boiled deep beneath as submerged volcanoes on the verge of violent eruption. Here the creations were arranged and established the laws of nature ordained and other worlds converged. Commencing life and light over the molten gold with earthen bedrock layers sodden soils and freshened fields. The land was painted with the colors of the sun the light of the moon and stars the seasons of the spinning earth and the dust that collected from countless planets. The secrets of other worlds roamed its wonders with wild hooves and grazed upon its ancient wisdom. Glaciers on mountain tops trotted into streams and creaks into the rivers that galloped down the cliffs into the mouths of tremendous lakes. The forests reared over the bounty of fauna and foliage. Wind whinnied a song in the tops of trees like a breeze in a mane. The springs spotted the land and erupted with spirit. The Cradle and all its majesty forgotten was a lone feral horse born with brass hooves and an iron horn and the freedom to run in the mountains valleys and grasslands. Of yore faraway with immortal knowledge long since lost in the wilderness