Darkness lingered even after the People clawed from under the earth into the fourth world. All was quiet and the people believed this world to be another cave like the others. Then, the Wind threaded his fingers though First Woman’s hair. She felt his breath take hers and her heart quickened. She knew her own breathe and she had known her husband’s when they had breathed their first born into her womb. But the Wind had the sigh of an old giant and she knew they could no longer be in a cave. A creature of that size could only exist in a limitless world, one with no ceiling, with only the dirt to steady its feet.