I can blame the darkness on my own parents. Rangi, my father, and Papa, my mother, loved each other so much that they lived in a perpetual embrace. The sky was pressed against the Earth, and there was no space for anything, not even light. When my brothers and I were created, we were trapped between our parents. My brothers loved our parents, but the embrace was so tight that they felt constricted and unhappy in the darkness.   What does the “perpetual embrace” of Rangi and Papa symbolize?