Yuen Them
Song is bloody phenomenal, a torrid eruption splitting up from inside the earth, dividing the land into a great chasm up through which a great pillar of fire roars skyward. I stand in awe, a mortal man: insignificant, simple, minuscule, before a wall of rushing fire. It is Ascension. The flames cease, a mighty gale blasts from the massive, cavernous crack, and carried on this unassailable gust the music of creation itself is wrought and set and driven forth.