The Sixth Age is known as the Time of Long Sleep. The world had not been destroyed, nor was anybody dead, but all things were frozen in an unexplicable paralysis. Sun and moon were fixed in the sky. Clouds did not move, and raindrops stood still at midair. The rivercourses had stopped flowing. Beasts in the fields looked like sculptures scattered across pastures. All people still stood in the exact position they had been caught in as the Long Sleep had begun. Even Gods, the Immortals, had been stuck into an unchanging stasis. The spell had stopped everything, or nearly so. Only one person had been miraculously spared by the enchantment. Only this one child from On-Ifar town, whose name was Failewn-ju, who seemed to possess an uncanny gift. Anything he laid his hands upon was freed from its
