In the breast of the sky, I saw them gathered in flight, casting down   their enveloping aura, as leaves would fall, it touched my every pore. The   kindest words of echonian tongue no longer fell on deaf ears and I could   feel their joy as it carried me into the clouds. And for six days and six   nights, I was as they were... I too spoke in echonian tongue and sang the   songs of Byzantium. As Midas had with touch, I was granted with a vision,   as a gold world embraced me and kissed my soul. I was alive then.