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Once upon a time, there was no time, no Gods and no woman or man to walk the land. There was only the depths of nothingness and its dark, eternal quiet. And slowly a strain of melody moved across the endless dark, a whisper at first. The music was the Oran Mór, 'The Great Melody', and it grew into a great spiraling, gathering sound and momentum, reaching further and louder, building to a great crescendo.