at the beginning of time, I was lonely.  I craved the company of others like forbidden fruit.  I lived in the high, dreary solitude of mountains  the rivers and lakes were my playmates,  the trees and flowers, my only friends.  but beings without speech can only interest you for so long.  so I created the humans in my image with thought and speech and free will.  I set iron and salt pounding through their veins  I cracked open stars and galaxies to pour their wonder and magic into being and finally, I gave them hearts to love themselves and myself and others too.  what is a millennia to a goddess? eternity is but a blink of an eye to us. and yet an eternity I have spent, tortured and suffering on earth's surface heartbeats broken by my children's savage blows their hatred for each other cutting deep, bloody wounds in the flesh and sinew of my heart. I gave them hands not to wield weapons not to create monsters through torture not to spread hatred and death not to kill or to harm each other. I gave them eyes to wonder at beauty, to see the goodness and divinity in everyday things. two millenniums have I wept, and walked around this sad excuse that my creations have called humanity. I have returned to my refuge in the mountains to the quiet and peace of nature around  till the heavens hear my plea and send down  lightning bolts, to destroy my creations  once and for all.

ZORYA-UTRENNYAYA, the dawn goddess,  glorious in her radiance, her golden chariot.  she is there by your side in the war  amongst you, screaming for glory and blood  a warrior goddess in her own right.  ZORYA-VECHERNYAYA, the evening one,  the sun bends itself to her will,  she shuts the gates on its beautiful rays.  she is the wife of the moon and the mother of stars  glowing softly in the dying light.  ZORYA, the midnight sister, dark-eyed and silently watching.  she is nameless, faceless, soundless creeping with her cloak of darkness amongst the sleeping lands.

run, run, baba yaga, run the humans are hunting you.  not with pitchforks and fire  but with steel and silver and guns and you should run, run, run.  dance, baba yaga, dance dance underneath the invisible stars made invisible by the glare of the  electric lights which are searching for you,  searching for you and your blood.  do you know what they will do  to your house, baba yaga?  they will scrutinize and dissect they will pull off its cloak of magic  until nothing is left but a husk of darkness.  do you know what they will do to you, baba yaga?  they will pry you apart  and spill your secrets on lab tables  until you no longer know yourself.  be careful, baba yaga, for you know  how this game of hunting and the hunted goes the souls of those you've devoured are out  for your skin and bones and magic  and the humans are going to win, this time.

look not to the moon for the lady that lives there chang'e left long ago. she spit out the immortal pill and floated back down to civilization. the jade rabbit no longer churns at his never ending work but is now just that- a rabbit made of jade slung around her lily white throat. now, she works to save people a scientist looking to re-create the pill of immortality. for that secret was lost when she swallowed that pill long ago she's given up on magic and legends- she's had 4000 years of solitude and loneliness, after all. now her mind is turned to science and the torment and torture of mankind.