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.