Within This Passage Lay A Golden Nest Upon Which The Ethereal Silver Moths Place Their Kin And Play Silly Games, In Ignorant Joy They Do!
And On This Path The Wistful Spirit Traveled For Many A Days.
Until We Found The Instrument Of His Longing!
Our Wistful Spirit Sat Upon A Small Stone.
It's Tiny Crystalline Structures Glittered And Pulsated In His Direction, "These Devices! They Break Through My Blackened Prison Of Speechlessness!" He Exclaimed.
His Grin Was Faltered By Waves Of Sapphire Blue On Each And Every Side Of Him.