aim, that we recall the dreams of our female ancestors bygone and our
forefathers in the souls, and our distant past. The Huns escaped from
this from the Pacific ovean's island bygone when it dipped by 9 millennia
into the waves of an ocean under days before. They escaped with
everything what floated on the water, and many hundred on a thousand
perish in the cataclysm. Our memoranda write the event down punctually.
The fugitives reached the distant coasts after unimaginable sufferings,
and the survivors did everything, that the relics of our ancient
culture preserve, that the knowledge not disappear into the foams of
the ocean. The moon bumped into the Earth, and everything darkened.
100 spontoon cold attacked them, and everything froze, plants animals
and people_nation. The hope and the centennial frost were running out
hopeless one's made the survival. The wonderful and blooming Earth
turned into a vale of tears, and the cruel fate turned the few
survivors against each other. The only beam of hope was the persistence of the
knowledge. This is so today also.