On the far shore of the Age of Gods, I journey upstream along the river of time.
In ancient Britain, I once witnessed the nightmare's play and a girl destined for tragedy.
In free-spirited Ireland, I met a carefree divine child and a god in search of love.
Ancient Nordic thunder roared, a lament for the gods on the verge of vanishing.
Beneath the Bodhi tree, a transcendent figure attained enlightenment and liberation.
On the ancient lands of the East, the gods' revelry continues.
Standing at the end of his journey, Michel watches the sun rise as usual.
The road beneath his feet keeps stretching onward, all the way to the far reaches of the sea of stars.
