Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by her   husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter.   Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; their play in   the green grass and under colourful trees, wonderful fields of   flowers, fresh fruits and berries, and beautiful music from the   elven choirs. Running waters make them dream, lakes where they   bathed, riverfalls and marvelous clouds in the sky. They were   happy, they had their Golden Age. Now, all she has left are her   Golden Tears, that run from her skyblue eyes, as a witness to   what once was - to what is lost forever; until a New World is   born, after Ragnarok. In the meantime, give our dear Fijo some   warm thoughts, to help her through the cold nights.