The silver horses of the sky gallop the world of light in the shape and body of these eyes I carry. The burning roots of the Sun dig deep into this earthy plane with every beat of my ragged heart. Dead stars caress the living creatures with my own fingers, and worlds beyond number find voice with my mouth and hands. Hear, o aeon of humans incarnate, the song of the immortal, for it is our anthem. Our sources are beyond all imagining, and our destinations surpass all description.