"...I mentioned that I have seen this desolation often. I have. So I now offer back your soul-remnants with a word. Take heed of the rising sun, in its moments of glory. Gaze long upon the wheat fields, grey with dawn’s transition. In the silence, allow the clamor of your overwhelmed be heard in the whisper of a covenant—a covenant of courage, sealed with the red-blood of your heart.
…and when you, having received sight once again, witness shattered souls falling deceived into the darkened haste-land, give them back their sight."