The River of Souls flows to the other side, wrapped in the land's night,
Broad, slow, an eternal and silent sight.
It belongs to all in this world that has life,
All of which flows downstream, converging as one.

The master of the nether realm, Thanatos,
Enshrouds themself and the souls within the Moon Cocoon.

The dragon, born from the cocoon, carries a girl,
soaring upstream the River of Souls, defying its eternal flow.

Their connection flows tighter than blood,
And the key that opens the netherworld's gates,
Is the sister's selfish plight.

Back then, the boreal winds cut through to the bone.
Back then, death was a bitter and stabbing fright.

In the nether realm without an earth or sky,
A flower named Antila blooms,
its beauty witnessed by but one soul.

“You are the quiet in my heart amidst the chaotic choreography.”
The younger sister scores through the blooming Antila fields,
Never finding that promised dark blue sprig.

She silently made up her mind.
“Death. Leave all your dark nights to me,
And save the dawns for her.”

The younger sister gazes at the Moon Cocoon high above,
And plans a trip to the mortal realm, a distant flurry.