The gods created the world, and all things arose from primordial chaos.
Blazing flames soar skyward, crows slay three thousand.
Where clouds coil deep, who sings aloud through nights of song and revelry?
Amid the heavens and the underworld, who murmurs softly, tears wetting their fingertips?
Desire entangles us, and the world's strange wonders keep us from ascending.
Glazed light blooms, and a path unfolds before us.
If this is what you want,
then set foot on this endless road.
Dear guest,
welcome.
