— Oh, Lhoxia, oh... understand the glory of the fact, — said old Rods.

The girl said nothing, just looked at the old man.

She walked closer to the bed where he lay.

— Lhoxia, do you remember what I told you?

— Perfectly.

— Well... well... you see, you cannot act otherwise before the absurd. When it comes, well...

— I know, Rods. Darkness is not cradle, not dwelling. Don't be afraid. I’m not.

— Daughter of the dark age... You look much like those who came before you.

Why do you think it will be different with you?

— Nothing changes whether I fear fate or not. I must walk toward it.

And whatever it may be... I will be there. Just a shred.

Oh Rods, feel the glory.

— *Fragment from “Sons of the Dark Age” (Lost Edition, 1978)*