Back in the days when Time and Age would leisurely lay under an apple tree, halting all change to a beautiful stance, there appeared in the horizon two weeping figures and a flamingo. Their tears were so pure that as soon as they left their eyes, the tears changed into rice, dotting the sunset skies, filling the barren fields with promises that ... See morewere yet to flower.
"I want you to keep the flamingo safe until my return, my love", said the Distant Shadow to the Golden-faced Shadow. "But what of the wolves and the hungry beasts?" exclaimed Golden-faced Shadow, perspiring with fear. "Your golden ash shall keep them astray", smiled back Distant Shadow, ever vague and ever concise.
Now, after Time and Age have finished all the apples on the tree and ran down the hill of Change faster than all the days gone by, travellers swear of the miraculous phenomenon they witness on the road to the Great Pilgrimage; a Golden-faced Shadow standing above a golden chest, protecting a flamingo from the wolves of the forests with all the golden ash it can spread. To this day, at sunset, that very forest rains rice on fields, but never flower.