After the summit, comes return.

And the one before whom the King of Night truly kneels

has always been the sun—

the deliverer,

the one who frees all beings into light.

After joy, the wreckage retreats:

broken goblets, overturned plates,

a silence where celebration once roared.

Green stirs.

Awakening begins.

The sun removes the clocks of night,

and the spell of black-and-white time dissolves.

Color returns,

and with it—

a new order begins.