Noax reached the Valley of Origin. It was a safe place, protected from the fog.
But Solitude returned. Noax was strong, and he was wise, but he was alone.
"I will make my own kin," Noax decided.
He went to the River of Life. He dug up two mounds of clay.
Into the first mound, he poured a drop of his blood and a thread from the Mantle of Strength.
"You shall be Brave Sun," Noax said. "You will be the Hammer that shapes the world."
Into the second mound, he poured a tear from his crystal eye and a beam of light from the Prism of Wisdom.
"You shall be Starry Wisdom," Noax said. "You will be the Compass that guides the world."
He breathed on them.
The clay cracked.
Brave Sun stood up. He was tall, with skin like bronze and hair like fire.
Starry Wisdom stood up. She was slender, with skin like moonlight and eyes like deep pools.
"Father," they said.
Noax wept. For the first time, Solitude was silent.