In the breast of the sky,

I saw them gathered in flight,

casting down their enveloping aura,

as leaves would fall,

it touched my every pore.

The kindest words of echonian tongue

no longer fell on deaf ears

and I could feel their joy

as it carried me into the clouds.

And for six days and six nights,

I was as they were...

I too spoke in echonian tongue

and sang the songs of Byzantium.

As Midas had with touch,

I was granted with a vision,

as a gold world embraced me and

kissed my soul.

I was alive then.