Update Identity.
Children of the Danube. Brief creatures of high myth. Unheeded flakelets falling silently in civilization's cradle and gazing earnestly across the Aegean Sea, longing for deliverance.
Set Background Music.
Turbulent rapids roar like a symphony, the suspiration of unexpected fellowship. Savage music lays low by day to tyrannize in the moonlight. Does it remind one of Beethoven's 9th or Rachmaninov's No. 3? Does it encompass all of time's genius?
Choose Palette.
This is a strange city, filled with colours I do not recognize. The dye merchant reassures me that my eyes would adjust to the strange frequencies in time, just as my own identity within this daedal metropolis would slowly flower and blossom.
Epilogue.
The universe expands equally everywhere. A golden star looks without direction and blinks once.
“The starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life”