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That happened in the great silence when grass was born, when light had just detached itself and created the vermilion and the statues, then in the great solitude a howl began, something rolled crying, the shadows half-opened, rising alone as if the planets sobbed and then the echo rolled, tumbling and tumbling until what was born was silent.
But stone preserved the memory.
It guarded the opened snout of the shadows, the trembling sword of the howl, and there is in the stone an animal without name that still howls without voice toward the emptiness.