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Izanagi and Izanami, the two pillar-like gods chosen by the other descended from heaven via the rainbow like Ameuki Bridge and stood there studying the distant lower world.
The lower world was shrouded in clouds and mist which quietly shifted and gently glowed in the radiance from the gods.
A pleasant breeze fluttered through the white sleeves of the she-god. There being nothing to make sound it was a truly quiet and peaceful world.
"Hmm. We can make a great land of this. There's no mistake, we can make a beautiful peaceful country the gods of the Takama Plain will find joy in," Izanagi Nomikoto said raising the Amenone Spear and thrusting it through the clouds into the muck of the lower world. He stabbed it deep into the earth. There seemed to be little change in the clouds shrouding the earth, but a sound of rushing water came forth.
The gods were filled with disappointment.
He pulled up the spear and only a slight dripping of water was the result. Beneath the clouds it must all be water and no place for the gods to set their feet.
"How troubling!" But as the gods looked down once more peering through the clouds they could just see the black tip of something.
"What might that be?" they wondered, but try as they might they could not figure out what it was. However it quickly grew in size as the sound of the dripping water continued.
As the black mass continued to grow so too did the gods' impatience and so they blew forth a wind which cleared away the clouds and mists for the first time.
"Oh!" the gods' unexpectedly delighted cry broke forth.
This first sight the gods had of the world was of the boundlessly wide rippling Great Ocean Plain. And at their very feet a solitary tiny island floated.
The black thing they had seen before was the head of this island.
The gods named this island Onokoro Island. The name means "Self-made Island".
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The lower world was shrouded in clouds and mist which quietly shifted and gently glowed in the radiance from the gods.
A pleasant breeze fluttered through the white sleeves of the she-god. There being nothing to make sound it was a truly quiet and peaceful world.
"Hmm. We can make a great land of this. There's no mistake, we can make a beautiful peaceful country the gods of the Takama Plain will find joy in," Izanagi Nomikoto said raising the Amenone Spear and thrusting it through the clouds into the muck of the lower world. He stabbed it deep into the earth. There seemed to be little change in the clouds shrouding the earth, but a sound of rushing water came forth.
The gods were filled with disappointment.
He pulled up the spear and only a slight dripping of water was the result. Beneath the clouds it must all be water and no place for the gods to set their feet.
"How troubling!" But as the gods looked down once more peering through the clouds they could just see the black tip of something.
"What might that be?" they wondered, but try as they might they could not figure out what it was. However it quickly grew in size as the sound of the dripping water continued.
As the black mass continued to grow so too did the gods' impatience and so they blew forth a wind which cleared away the clouds and mists for the first time.
"Oh!" the gods' unexpectedly delighted cry broke forth.
This first sight the gods had of the world was of the boundlessly wide rippling Great Ocean Plain. And at their very feet a solitary tiny island floated.
The black thing they had seen before was the head of this island.
The gods named this island Onokoro Island. The name means "Self-made Island".
Bonus Image: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=46805401&id=10704706