On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in    Ska?inawjo - the isles of Ska?is - a blonde,    fur-clad man immortalises his memory of   Mannus, the oldest Ing.    A large manlike shape is engraved in the   rock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.   His hands are stretching toward the sky.    Mannus, the son of Tuisto,    made sure his tribe survived    the cold north together with his sons;    Inguz, Herminuz and Istwo.    Tuisto's heart is warmed by   the sight of his descendants;    he knows the gods are not forgotten.    Then - he reasons - there is hope after all,    for the coming generations.