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 individually and as a raging Ocean sought to return to their place of origin.

A powerful lightning strike had preceded his fall in this strange place. The darkness was total, he did not know if he was blind or in a closed and dark night. The only thing familiar was the stone slab floor, on which he curled up in a fetal position, probably looking for a long-yearned protection.

The first light rays and the birds trill, made Night Eagle slowly open his eyes. A red ant walking very close to his face, which lay on the floor, made of large stones perfectly polished and assembled.

Carefully observed the nervous insect movements, when he focused on the ant, could appreciate its small black eyes, its antennas, and the two pincers in its mouth. As if it had succeeded in its mission of waking him up, the ant quickly moved away from his eyes focus. Night Eagle then, very slowly began to get up and see where he was.

The birds trill increasingly became stronger and morning light was quickly gaining spaces from darkness and silence; the night was quietly going under the Earth.

His body felt very sore, some parts still pounded, as if they did not realize they were part of a single unit once again.

Perhaps, for the first time in his life, Night Eagle engrossedly stared at his body, as an indescribable prodigy, from the joy of being as well as the intrinsic body beauty.

His eyes attentive roamed the long and thin fingers of his hands. Amazed he attested the complex marvels of the