Above the vast ocean lies a lost land that never touches the ground, where nine giant dragons are held captive.
Above the Nine Provinces, on an island high in the sky, an artificial sun-wheel waxes and wanes.
This is a world of magic, where a young man plucks stars from the heavens and engraves them with the splendor of his people.
On that night when my life hung by a thread, I saw the sun and moon share the sky.
On that ancient battlefield strewn with corpses, I saw a white wolf howl at the moon. I saw a ladder descend from heaven, with angels walking down its steps. I saw the gates of hell swing wide, and people cast themselves into darkness.
In a dream where the sky was blue and the earth stretched high above, a goddess told me she was disappointed.
