And the people of the loom shall travel southward
And great tragedy shall be visited on them that hold court there
A scourge on the land of the sea-green heavens
So sayeth the wise Illando
And the daughter of the sun shall be shattered and plummet
And in death, she will pull on the threads of the tapestry
And the heavens and the hells shall tremble at her rebirth
So sayeth the noble Illando
And the deathless one and his servants
Shall conquer the holdings of the six
And the gods themselves will tremble at their machinations
So sayeth the far-sighted Illando
And the children of the Endless Serpent
Shall bring forth choking ash and smoke
And the archipelago will know salted earth and blighted fen
So sayeth the visionary Illando