"Very good, excellent indeed!"
In the fleeting dreams that fluttered like summer rain or autumn breeze, he gazed out at the far reaches of time. Changes through the ages ebbed like a retreating sea, the epic saga of bygone kingdoms hammered at the heart of the king—awakening and enlightening him—until Jatili's voice boomed like thunder, snapping Xiulote out of his reverie on the dynastic shifts. Smiling, he regarded the sage elder, his hands warmly lifting him.
"Only by reflecting on the kingdom's epic as if it were a bronze mirror, can we clearly discern the rise and fall of the future! Please speak freely, sage, and offer me your counsel and insight!"
Jatili paused briefly, admiration flashing across his face. Then, he rose tall and walked back to the fourth slab.
"Your Highness, please take a look!"
Xiulote peered closely; the fourth panel also featured a trio of images.
