Between the Tigris and Euphrates, chaos wore a name: Kingu.
On clay tablets of the creation epic, he rises as the general of Tiamat’s storm.
He bears the Tablet of Destinies, a seal of cosmic rule.
A world forged from conflict.
Order is not given—it is won.
When Marduk answers, the sky splits.
Tiamat falls; Kingu is seized.
From his blood, humanity is shaped, to shoulder the work of gods.
Creation is born from collapse, law from the wreckage of revolt.
In temple courts, these lines were recited each new year, renewing cities with the memory of peril and promise.
Kingu’s name reminds Mesopotamia: to guard the land, you must first face the storm.