The phenomenon in the sky was accompanied by rambunctious chants and awe-filled gasps. They shouted, "True Destined Voyager!" It was so often, so inspired, so ecstatic that it resembled musical prayers that slowly entered harmony.
In the City of Endless, standing mid-air, there was a cloaked figure, unseen by the millions below. The figure's lofty demeanor, long and slender legs, and bewitching pair of blue eyes cut an exquisite image. It was far too unfortunate that no one could bear witness to this moment.
It was evident at this point from the slight protrusions from their cloak that this figure was female. She was observing the changes in the sky, the blinding radiance of the Solar Star, the artistic imagery of the pillars exuding light, gathering into a single point, and cascading downwards in a vigorous rush.
DOOSH!
