The dance house was dark when a wind blew out all the lamps. The singing continued in the blackness while a boy raped a young girl. He ran away just before the lamps were re-lit, and the girl, crying, made her way home on the crunchy snow. She was a girl who loved to dance and didn't want this pleasure taken from her, so the next night she returned to the dance house with soot on her hands, so that if this violence happened again, she'd dirty her attacker's back. After the second time- the terrifying darkness, the pain, the rekindle- the girl saw her palm prints on her brother's parka. She cried, "Such things ar unheard of!" Her body still felt the ache of his presence as she took a sharp knife and cut off both her breasts. She flung them into his hands, screaming, "You seem to have a taste for my body- Eat these!" He held her bleeding breats, in shock. She grabbed a torch and fled the dance house. No one is sure if the brother meant to apologize or simply attack his sister again, when he followed, stumbling and falling, snow putting out the flames of his torch so that only it's embers flickered. A wind, more colossal than the one that disturbed the dance hall lamps, lifted the man and his breastless sister up high into the sky. The girl became the sun who does all she can to alleviate the danger of the dark. She stays as far away as possible from her brother, the cold dim moon.
