The Golden Crow flew forward from the ancient place where the support tree stood at the beginning of time. When it took off, the earth was still as red as iron. At that time, humans and animals had not been separated, the mountains had not risen, the rivers and seas had not been formed, and only a red sun was left to shine above. The Golden Crow's body was covered with the rising sun's rays, and it set off from a ridge. Because it flew so fast, it didn't pay attention to the time that slipped under its wings. Time stretched out and chased him, like a broken pattern, trying to catch the Golden Crow's reflective tail feathers with its edges. Unfortunately, time captured only the illusion of the Golden Crow. The bird had already left time behind, and the flat mountains turned into the sea, and the sea turned into mulberry fields.