«You’ll find my sanctuary there. The place I most loved. Where I grew dizzy from an abundance of hopes and dreams. My town, rising from the plain. Filled with trees and leaves, like a chest where we’ve stored our memories. You’ll understand why someone there might want to live forever. Dawn, morning, midday, and night, always the same, except for changes in the air. The air alters the color of things, breezes refresh your soul as if life were a passing murmur, as if it were nothing more than a soft murmuring . . .»
