Rebirth
Finis itineris
Encore 12 mois de passés, un cycle apportant son lot de confusions, d'interrogations, mais aussi de révélations et de clarté.
Viatores fatigati
Venientes ad litus longe distantem
De nouvelles têtes ont surgi, d'autres se sont effacées; et alors que se préparent des adieux, la succession est assurée.
Collinae virentes
Superstant nebulam tristem
Dies surgit
Unda matutina
Omnes passi sumus multa
Omnes superviximus
Venimus Terram
Fratres sororesque
Inimici et amici
Osculamini
Domum venimus
At last, they’ve come for me. I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me. Not an end, but a beginning. I can see them all. As one existence comes to a close, only to begin anew, in ways uncertain.
Iam plango
Iam plango
Non mortuos
Sed implacatos
Collinae virentes nos excipient
Vento sequente
Caeli aperient
Approquinquantibus
All of this has happened before, and it will happen again... again... again... again... again... again... again...