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