Because of the way the folds in the envelope implied the transitions in dreaming, she saw the underground transits so clearly that their networks smouldered silently within her gaze. We took the music in the wind and wove it between the shining waters and the ancient moon until the most astonishing kinds of children emerged; children of moonsight and firespeaking, children of neverway; children of skywords and dreamfervor. Children of our silent root, of the aching paradise hidden in our core… these were the children of the living answer. And we became their bridge, and they crossed us into birth.