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A long, long time ago, a family lived on Orchid Island. One day, the father went out hunting, while the mother went into the mountains to dig for yams. Only two children were left at home. While digging for yams, the mother encountered a terrifying monster. This monster was no ordinary person but a yam that had come to life. He seized the mother and took her away, and she never returned home. The two children waited for their mother, and it wasn't until their father returned that they learned of her disappearance. The father decided to go in search of his wife. However, he knew that the children were too young to accompany him on such an adventure. So, he began to train the two boys. Days turned into weeks, and the children grew into brave and strong hunters. But just as they were preparing to set out to find their mother, their father passed away. Inheriting their father's will, the two brothers set off on their journey, armed with their weapons. They searched for any trace of their mother, and finally arrived at the place where the Yam Monster lived... And there, they were about to discover something completely unexpected. - To be continued.

I always hover on the water's surface Not to breathe But to covet your gaze

I can understand my native language, and I'm super proud!

It's very similar to the Tayal story, really very similar. Daily Myth 05 | The Bunun People: Shooting the Sun Long ago, there were two suns in the sky. The two suns took turns appearing, leaving the earth in perpetual heat. Rivers dried up, plants withered, and it was difficult for animals and people to survive. The tribe decided to shoot down one of the suns. So, a warrior and his child embarked on a long journey. They chased the sun, crossing mountains and forests, traveling for a very long time. Along the way, the child gradually grew, while the warrior slowly aged. Finally, they reached the place where the sun rose. The warrior drew his bow and shot an arrow at one of the suns. The arrow hit the sun. The wounded sun lost its light and eventually became the moon. From then on, only one sun remained in the sky, and the days were no longer so hot; at night, the moon illuminated the earth. However, the Bunun legend does not view this event merely as a hero conquering the sun. It also remembers a long journey—the previous generation did not reach the end, but the next generation took over their mission. So, perhaps the truly moving part of 'Shooting the Sun' is not the arrow that hit the sun, but the journey that spanned generations.

Daily Mythology | Tsou: The Giant Serpent and the Flood Long ago, the ancestors of the Tsou people lived on a mountain. One day, the villagers discovered a giant serpent in the mountains. It coiled between the valleys, its massive body instilling fear. The villagers tried every method to drive it away, but they were never successful. Later, the giant serpent suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a massive flood. The flood quickly submerged the land, and the villagers fled to higher ground. The water rose higher and higher, until it seemed the entire world was swallowed by the flood. Only a few people escaped to the high mountains and survived. After the flood receded, they returned to the land to live and became the ancestors of the later Tsou people. And so, the story of the giant serpent was passed down.

Bai Ze is a divine beast from ancient Chinese legends. Although it is often called a mythical creature from the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* today, strictly speaking, the existing *Classic of Mountains and Seas* does not record Bai Ze. Legends of Bai Ze are mainly passed down through later literature and are closely related to a lost text called the *Bai Ze Tu*. According to legend, when the Yellow Emperor was touring the world, he encountered Bai Ze near the East Sea. Bai Ze could speak human language, understood all things in the world, and knew the names, appearances, and habits of all kinds of ghosts and monsters. When the Yellow Emperor asked it about strange occurrences in the world, Bai Ze answered one by one, with legends saying there were a total of 11,520 types. The Yellow Emperor then ordered people to record these strange phenomena, forming the *Bai Ze Tu* that was later called. Therefore, Bai Ze's most special characteristic is not its power, but its 'knowledge.' It is like an encyclopedia of monsters imagined by ancient people: when faced with an unknown monster, as long as its name, origin, and characteristics are known, people can find a way to deal with it. In this sense, Bai Ze symbolizes understanding the unknown through knowledge and resisting fear through cognition. In later generations, Bai Ze is often depicted as a white exotic beast with horns, whiskers, and strange eyes, and is regarded as a symbol of auspiciousness and warding off evil. What it represents is not mere divine power, but insight into all things in the world. Thus, perhaps the most interesting aspect of Bai Ze is not 'what it looks like,' but 'what it knows.' It knew about the strange beings that humans did not know, and it left names, appearances, and memories for a chaotic world. If the Qilin symbolizes benevolence and the XieZhi symbolizes discerning right from wrong, then Bai Ze symbolizes the wisdom of 'knowing all things and recognizing spirits.'

You are the way, the truth, and the life. Perhaps the cross is beautiful to me Because it so closely resembles That moment of light scattering in the darkness.

A long time ago, there were two suns in the sky. The two suns took turns rising, leaving the land exposed to intense sunlight for extended periods. Rivers dried up, crops couldn't grow, and people struggled to live. So, the tribe decided to shoot down one of the suns. Three warriors set out, carrying three newborn children on their backs. They chased the suns, but the suns were too far away. After walking for a long time, the three warriors grew old and eventually died on their journey. However, the children they carried on their backs had grown up. These children then took over the mission and continued to advance towards the suns. After a long journey, they finally reached their destination. One of them raised a bow and arrow and shot towards the sun. The arrow struck one of the suns. The blood that flowed from the sun turned into stars in the sky, and the wounded sun lost its original dazzling radiance, eventually becoming the moon. From then on, only one sun remained in the sky. The daytime became bright again, and the night was illuminated by the moon.

Paiwan People: The Person in the Clay Pot (Part 2) The person born in the clay pot finally reached the sky. He obtained precious millet and prepared to return to the human world. On his way back, he shook the bamboo pole connecting heaven and earth, and the millet scattered from the sky. People on the ground quickly spread their skirts and clothes, catching each falling grain of millet. From then on, the human world had food again. People thanked this ancestor who brought back the millet and respected him as a chief. Later, he established order and led his people. And the most interesting part of this story is the hundred-pace viper. It is not just a snake guarding the clay pot, but also a being that connects heaven and earth and helps the ancestor obtain millet. Therefore, in Paiwan culture, the hundred-pace viper holds a very important ancestral and sacred symbolism. And so, the clay pot, the hundred-pace viper, and the millet are strung together in one story: The clay pot nurtures the ancestor, The hundred-pace viper connects heaven and earth, The ancestor brings back the millet, The millet allows humanity to continue. This is not just a story about 'where people come from', but also tells us: An ethnic group's ancestors, land, food, and beliefs are interconnected.

So I never crave miracles Because I know very well that miracles are not entities of faith I don't pray for miracles either Because whether you pray for wealth, emotion, or status You will inevitably carry disbelief and luck Only when you are truly lacking, desperate, and heartbroken Will you call out from the bottom of your heart But I don't want to touch such an abyss again So I never crave miracles