I am the time. Throughout my life I have contemplated the future of men in the dark. Today I would like to break my silence and lend Macario Romero my voice, so that he can express it in words and these, in turn, are sculpted by a pencil on a sheet of paper by Borja García. I know they will tell my story with words and images to your delight. Since what is going to be told here is the greatest and most heroic story that my memory remembers. Welcome to the adventure.
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The beginning
Ñhun toured
the universe creating worlds and stars to illuminate his steps.
Every star
or planet that created a piece of his life was consumed.
This did not
stop his passage and continued his infinite work throughout the universe.
His forces
reached the point of being consumed in a worrying way even for his own
existence.
He was aware
of his end and decided to stop his step and asked himself a question Who does
this universe build for?
He looked
back and saw the loneliness and the perpetual silence of nothingness.
Only in the
infinite did he ponder the brevity of his existence and the work he had done. A
legacy that nobody would enjoy.
At that moment the solution to his great
dilemma seemed to appear suddenly. His body would split into sixteen pieces and
from each of these a son would be born to finish the work he had begun.
Just wishing
it, his body dismembered grotesquely and these pieces of meat were molded in
the form of men and women. Ten were the men and six women who left his body.
Ñhun did not
want to disappear altogether and his eyes became two twin suns to contemplate
his work for all eternity.
Each God who was born from his body had a
power proportional to the piece of meat with which he had been formed.
The most
fortunate and heirs of the great power of Ñhun were Kanos and Varos. Under his
father's attention these gods joined hands and formed a residence that covered
all his needs in perpetuity.
This residence of the gods was called the Hanan.
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