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In ancient times, when there were no roads in the sky and the wind sang to all four corners of the world, the earth was ruled by forces unseen and beautiful. Among them stood Uku — the great father of the sky, whose silver beard merged with the clouds, and whose gaze was as deep as the first lake on earth. He was the guardian of rain and abundance, of sowing and harvest, the hope of those who lived between forests and waters.

But Uku’s greatest treasures were his children, two sparks from the very heart of storms: Kuu and Pikker.

Kuu — the Thunder, the elder, was the bronze voice of the heavens. His breath summoned heavy clouds, and his footsteps echoed deep through the mountains. When Kuu awoke, the earth listened in trembling awe, for his strength was the harbinger of change.

The younger, Pikker, was like lightning — swift, radiant, young. In his hands he held a wondrous musical instrument, forged by unknown hands: its strings were woven from strands of sunlight, and its body crafted from the bark of an ancient oak. When Pikker touched it, music was born — not sounds, but ripples of pure light. His melody flashed in the darkness, rending the clouds, and demons hiding in the corners of the world trembled and fled, unable to withstand the ringing purity.

Uku gazed upon his sons as upon the most precious gift the heavens had granted him. Kuu and Pikker were his pride and his legacy, for within them flowed the power of ancient truth: one giving voice to the earth, the other — light. They were his song, his wrath, and his hope.

And when thunderstorms rumbled and lightning flared across the lands of ancient Estonia, the people knew: it was Uku’s sons playing, guarding the world like a treasure cradled in the great god’s hands.