This is the account, here it is:
Now it still ripples, now it still murmurs, ripples, still sighs, still hums, and it is empty under the sky.
There is not yet one person, one animal, bird, fish crab, tree, rock, hollow, canyon, meadow, forest. Only the sky alone is there; the face of the earth is not clear. only the sea alone is pooled under all the sky; there is nothing whatever gathered together. It is at rest, not a single thing stirs. it is held back, kept at rest under the stars.
