A race of people whose bones tolled like bells when the traveler shed bliss upon their world early each solar cycle. I watched them with slackjawed edge from my little corner of universe with unholy, godly rhetoric. Through my scope of foresight I saw their futile attempts at peace, love, war, and all things human. Warm illusions of grandeur filled their view oftentimes as I stretched my ancient tendons. I blew staunch breezes and razing storms that shook a world to the core with reckless abandon. And they returned to me, nothing more than fizzled essence. Honeyed words, broken culture, and finally, wasted life itself.