Panaghia it seems it hasn’t always been a cold stone rock,
without a heart and soul.
Panaghia was a beautiful girl. It is said that fate
(godmothers), when they gave her at birth, one took dark form the most impenetrable
dark of a night without a moon, deep from the bottomless deep sea, fire and
light from light and the fire of the most brighten stars, tenderness and
gentleness from the eyes of the angels who sit on the right side of God and put
them in her eyes; another one broke the freshness and white of lilies, and the
blush of roses and put them on her face; and the third spin the bundle of slim
fibers of righteous shadow and put it as a crown on her black and full hair.
But God broke also a piece of his heart and soul and gave it to Pananghia.
And, for not to be seen by mortal souls, the godmothers took
her on the heights of mountain Ceahlaul, beyond the clouds kingdom and put her
in the cave of Saint Ghedeon. The bees form the Hermitages fed her with
their honey, and the clear nights showered her with the dew of fragrant
flowers. And Pananghia grew big and she became a beautiful maiden, so beautiful
that only in stories you can meet a girl like her.
And from the heights of sky, the Sun saw her, and from the highest
peaks of Earth, Pananghia saw the Sun. And both fell in love. The sun stopped
for hours on his way in the sky to watch her, surrounding her with his shines.
And that is how the day got longer and the nights shorter, almost
that the sunset met the sunrise. God got mad and punished the Sun to never
shine again only surrounded by fog, so he may never waste his time as he wished
and change the things they were set from the beginning of times.
And God’s will come true, and Pananghia never saw the Sun
again as young and beautiful as he was. Her heart was broken, she cried for
days and nights, without sleep, her tears never dried on her cheeks. After a
while God felt mercy for her, and gave orders to Sunrise and Sunset to send
their sweetest and easy winds to the peaks of Ceahlaul Mountain and towards the
forests, that fill its cliffs.
All of a sudden, heavenly voices rose up at the peak where
Pananghia was and filled her ears and dried her tears. The whisper of wind with leaves, the breeze
of Sunrise and Sunset, came loaded with the fragrance of bloomed plains.
But Pananghia couldn’t live without the sun and asked God to
turn her into a rock and let the Sun come shine again on the sky.
God made her will come true. When she wanted to go back to
the cave of Saint Ghedeon, she felt like her legs got roots in the deep earth
and she couldn’t move.
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She wanted to go, but her body was cold and hard as a rock.
She wanted to lift her hands, but her hands stayed closed to her body, also
cold as a rock. She tried to yell, but it was useless. And when she wanted to
turn her eyes towards the sky, but her eyelids fell on her eyes light and the
dark came on her. And Pananghia turned into a mountain rock. It is said that
her heart never turned into a rock, and now she is joyfully showering into the
Sun light, the shine of flowers, the touch of the white clouds, sweet winds and
the warm sunrise and sunset.
