Legend

Between the howling wind and men's cries, Oshun arrived. Where Oya was movement, Oshun was calm — she came with sweet fingers ordering the chaos. The storm gave way to gentle rain falling delicately on the skin of the brave who left their huts. Animals emerged from their caves and the sun, though shy, began to paint everything with golden light. Without calm and love there is no life! — whispered the harmonious rain. Thus, before unprecedented stillness, men's hearts began to sound with calm and balance. Where the storm set humanity's future in motion, the rain's calm ordered the chaos. It is said that now, when someone begins to trap themselves in a graceless life, Oya and Oshun remind them of the need for change.

Built in slow layers — the rain settling after the storm.