Behind Apollo are twenty-one suns. Some of them are shining, some are dim, some are quiet, and some are hot.
Apollo played his lyre and sang about the twenty-one suns. They are fire, they are light, they are his heart.
No one can see the love of the Sun God, no one can listen to the Song of the Sun God;
The sun god drives the sun chariot toward the mountains and rivers of the world, playing the prelude to another myth.
Intention: human world