Sky Castrum,
Its ruins, like a blind and weary eye,
Gazes upon the earth in its dying sight.

Alone, the girl remained upon the battlefield.
No time to shy from the searing gold,
No will to wear her usual smile.

She fought her way to destiny's edge.
Of the crumbled mural, but one piece endured —
A corner portraying the Daythunder Knight, dazzling in blaze.

She placed her hand upon the mural,
Pain seared through skin and bone,
As the picture claimed her within its lines.

“Nothing is mightier than the sky!
It holds countless wonders within its clouds,
And each opening and closing of the eyes brings dawn and dusk.”

In that painted world,
The “girl” Seliose's eyes glowed,
Watching her father, steel-clad and unyielding,
Cross the land beneath the searing sun.

But the girl known as Hyacine recalled her father's fragile light in the dark,
The journeys into lands unknown,
Marked by endless sunlit days and restless winds.

“The sky is the gentlest of all…
It watches over all things with compassion,
Showering them with soft rain and morning light.”