Stillion'h Ted't-tt'hlu district's town of Aiyw'hneuu'r

Herbally, shimmering in the transparent indigo warmth of summer

Stillion'h Ted't-tt'hlu

Light

falls upon the little town of Aiyw'hneuu'r,

through the chugging of trains quiet

dissolve...

in the great white water river of the heavens

suns

the wings of dragonflies,

Sheer steep walls of mountains, like wind...

drift,

in the distant blueness of the sky,

draping... downwards swirling spirals of rocks

pale,

as if a forest silverish mist

yet heavy as a monolith, forgotten, undiscovered

eaten by the glaciers of time

...they endless loom...

as weightless as a feather

of one's dream

the towers of the city live on

passengers on the platform waiting

for

the Roqhthforosse-city

express...