Lets make an exchange, shall we? An exchange of memories. I dreamed a ray of light, of a crystal chalice. The light that shone from that crystal spoke to me: Listen to the parable of stars. The nameless one, the pathless one, arrived from the edge of the wilderness, clad in stellar radiance. Go now, march unwaveringly into solar wind. At the end you will return in my embrace — but march towards the light. Yet that light began to burn, piercing through the clouds as a golden death.