There are times
Just before sunset becomes sunrise, or
Just before sunrise turns to sunset,
When rested eyes open blearily
Or tired eyes fight to stay awake,
Science and reason have no power there.
It is in these brief moments
Where Árvakr and Alsviðr flee from Sköll,
And Mani is chased from the sky by Hati,
Where the stories of our ancestors
Come to life and shine.
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