Ein Brief flattert bei Solos in den Briefkasten (auf die rein unmagische Art und Weise).
Zitat:
Man e Odal id Vaai, effendi Ardanai,
Ta'e nira'e vjera Hawi we dar Wunjo'Gifu ir Run e Odal'Eng.
Da'e nouver, da'e inglai'ek hies Wy ir tar Queldas ert Vjera Run, ni ta'e uchu'et mairek Inu id Vjera Run. Ni tar Wunjo ti'anve tro, da'e niale tas ta'e tanlahire Enwunjin id Run?
Rul da'e sno'i'et veh Jun: da'e niale tar Welinvi we Enwunjin id Vjera Run ke Sno'in we tar Queldin?
Tar Hawi e nui'e sigila lit Tevra'thi,
Noanai Buochwin Moorpichler
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Just like the seed
I don't know where to go
Through dirt and shadow I grow
I'm reaching light through the struggle