Act I §

[rhapsody_onfire]

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Hm, not as many are ripe today... I wonder...

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess

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[waterfell]

While sadly we gazed on the river
Which rolled on in freedom below,
They demanded the song; but, oh never
That triumph the stranger shall know!
May this right hand be withered for ever,
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!

[Poetry recitation for poetry recitation.]

[rhapsody_onfire]

There is no hate, only joy
For you are--

Wait, pardon?

[Why is she hearing poetry that is not her thinking it?!]

My mind has been through quite a bit but I never heard voices before...

[waterfell]

You're wrong. There is always hate.

As for my voice, you've fallen into a daydream. Should you wake up?

[The voice is almost teasing.]

[rhapsody_onfire]

It was part of the poem, actually.

I suppose I have, but since when do daydreams being about voices of those I have never met?

[auncyenhalig]

LOVELESS... hm. Always, always the sky! Who thinks about taking a look at the ground?

[rhapsody_onfire]

Why, those who are on the ground, naturally.

[auncyenhalig]

No, they talk about the stars and sky. Even I do it a little. They are so very pretty...

[rhapsody_onfire]

And yet you complain about no one thinking about the ground.