Recorded Beneath the Ice
Some stories are not composed.
They are recorded.
What follows is an ancestral fragment from the Biet Lagos—an ocean-dwelling people whose earliest histories were held beneath ice, carried through pressure and pulse, through light moving in darkness.
This is the account they tell of the first opening in their sealed world.
Not a conquest.
Not a beginning made by hands.
But a moment of contact—when something sent, something received, and a world answered.
The image below is not meant to explain the myth.
It is a visual record shaped alongside it: ice, fracture, light, and the long blue passage between.
The fragment itself begins where their memory does—
beneath the ice.
Origin of Sunu and O - An Ancestral Biet Lagos Myth
Before the ocean had a sky, before color was born,
Mycte was sealed in its long white sleep.
The ancient ones lived beneath the ice,
where only the vents glowed and the waters sang.
In that age, the people spoke through pressure and pulse,
through light made in darkness.
They believed the world was whole.
Complete.
Unbroken.
But the oldest of their stories says otherwise:
There came a moment —
a shiver through the deep,
a groan from the world’s white skin —
and the ice above them split.
Through that wound came two gleams,
not of their making.
The first gleam pushed through the crack like a promise.
A warmth that pressed downward, reaching, searching.
The elders named it Sunu — The One Who Sends.
The first light to ever descend into their sea.
The second gleam did not force its way.
It waited.
It widened only when the ocean answered.
It grew brighter only when the people rose toward it.
This they named O — The One Who Receives.
And so the first myth took shape:
Sunu sends the world its becoming.
O receives the world’s reply.
Between their two lights, the ice thinned, the sea warmed,
and the people climbed upward toward the first sky.
In the time after,
when the ocean burst outward
and the suns were revealed in their full brilliance,
the names did not change.
They could not.
Because they were not human-language names —
they were functions,
relations,
roles in the first dialogue
between a sealed world
and the cosmos beyond it.
Much of what the Biet Lagos remember remains unrecorded.
Much remains beneath the ice.
If you wish, you are welcome to linger here—or return later.
More fragments will surface in their own time.
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Amazing!