At the time when the world was still newborn, the Earth slept and woke up embraced by Water. At night, islands and seas, lands and lakes would fall asleep, and in the morning mountains and waterfalls and seas and vast plains would rise. Waters and soils, hair tangled in knots. And as if that were not enough, all the gods, in the east and west, south and north, began to unleash their floods, one after another, to drown other rival gods, the entire world, or only humans. There was the flood of Deucalion and Pyrrha, that of Dardanus, that of Noah... Normally, that world should not have been called a world; it should have been called a flood.