Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
A giant without a head. His nipples are his eyes, his navel his mouth. A shield in one hand, an axe in the other. He fought for godhood and lost. His head was severed and buried in a distant land, forever beyond his reach. It should have ended there. Instead, his flesh answered the wound. Eyes opened across his chest. A mouth split his belly. He lifted his shield and axe once more, as though nothing of consequence had been taken. He adapts to everything. Sever his limbs, and they return in another form. Take away what he needs to survive, and he simply becomes something that no longer needs it. Every wound teaches his body another way to live. He is a giant. The earth obeys his command, just as it obeys the Sun-Chaser. Mountains rise at his will. Cliffs split apart. Even the ground itself surges and shifts beneath him. Metal obeys him no less. He draws it from broken blades and forges weapons in midair. A thousand arrows spring into being. Plates of armour seal over his body like a second skin. Even his axe grows sharper with every swing. He is the smith, forever forging tomorrow's weapon from today's wound.
一个没有头的人。双乳为眼，肚脐为口。一手执盾，一手持斧。 为争神而战，他败了。头颅被斩下，葬在极远之地，令他永世寻之不得。本该至此终结。可他的血肉回应了创伤。双眼在胸膛睁开，一张口自腹上裂开。他重新举起干与戚，仿佛失去的不过是一件无关紧要之物。 他会适应一切。斩去他的肢体，它们便换一副模样重生；夺走他赖以存活之物，他便成为无需此物也能活下去的存在。每一道伤，都只是教会他的身体另一种活法。 他是巨人。大地听他号令，正如它也听逐日者的号令。山岳因他隆起，崖壁因他崩裂，大地亦随他翻涌。金铁同样臣服于他。他自断刃中抽出金属，于半空锻成兵刃。万千箭矢凭空而生，甲片覆上身躯，如第二层皮肉；斧锋挥落之间，愈发锋利。 他是那铁匠，永远将今日之伤，锻成明日之兵。
棲 常羊之山 Mount Changyang
刑天爭神而敗，其首遂斷，葬之常羊之山。乃以乳為目，以臍為口，操干戚以舞。