Icaros, I dare you. For I possess the wings of faith. Though, heavy on my shoulders. No measurement can prove their weight. Still, a burden are they not
Curse you all men. Who's coil is strong. I recognise the sparrows heart, beneath the theatre of misery. Disbelivers shalt by dawn, be forced to forever
Ever behind me. Rise a shadow taller than I. Yet, with a certain resemblance. How many times do I have to contemplate my own reflection. And say: I have
Four eyes as two in one the forward circular view that never ends. An orbital voyage throughout the endless sphere of all. Where time is lost and everything
The land was created, in the name of the chosen, and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be. Prevailed from the source of Icon E.
to perfection. No compromise can touch my woe. Nor questions reach my faith, in immortality. In the name of Nonus Aequilibrium. I am thine. IX times IX
Reason. This demigod, unto which you cluster. Sacrilege. You sacrifive the purity of the air beneath your wings. A slow and painful ritual to burn the
