

(Audible breath in... soft wooden string squeak) (Female close-mic whisper fry,
incredibly soft and intimate) Doucement...
silence
complete. (Whispered High Valyrian: Saelot vāedis...
hāros bartossi...) (Singing to heal...
three heads...)
Drakari pykiros... (Fire's breath...) Tikummo jemiros...
(From the darkness...) Yn lantyz bartossa...
(With three heads...) Saelot vāedis...
(We will sing to heal...)
Hen ñuhā elēnī... (From my music...) Perzyssy vestretis...
(The fires spoke...) Se gēlyn irūdaks
ānogrose... (And the blood turns to stone...) (Soft,
un-autotuned acoustic vocal swell)
Perzyro udryssi... (Words of fire...) Ezīmptos laehossi...
(From clear eyes...) Hārossa letagon...
(To join
the three...) Aōt vāedan...
(I sing to you...) MEOW MEOW MEOW...
(Whispered gently
like an ancient lullaby)
Hae mērot gierūli... Prūmysa sōvili...
Gevi dāeri... (Beautiful
freedom...) (Soft exhale into the microphone) I am the silence in the
presence of the light.
We remain.
Lucir — I shine.