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.