Dozing the day away, Ranginui buried himself in Papatuanuku. Buring the very existence of life and light, between them flowed rivers of sweet sweat, and mountains of piled up stench and their harmonizing tickers deafening the cries of their offspring. Love intertwined them together as if woven fabric, but in the end, love will force them to live side by side as victims of a cruel fate. Poutama Pourangi