As the Earth turned, surrounded by the lights of the night, the visionary Markfelas had no words left and repeated his old mantra: “O river, O river, you dive deep, farther and farther.”
His voice was shaped by a great enthusiasm for musical notes—
not a shallow kind, but one like clouds drifting over a volcano.
He stood close to his house in the forest, where the rhythms of the Grasshopper Spirits were known, and their vibrations carried Markfelas toward Eksena.
It was already early morning when Markfelas reached the fairy-land city of Sodžinas, which was constantly guarded by the Eternal Ravens.
With their silver wings and neo-sonic beaks, they circled the six-colored airspace and crushed anything that resembled an enemy