The flowers are destroyed. Only by rocking back and forth until I am dizzy can I see things clearly as they are. The world unity is restored, but now the world is spinning. It is all so hopeless, I decide to step outside of myself to see things whole. It will be a risky adventure form which I might never return.
Rumors continue to circulate on the floor.
Many onlookers have gathered in the streets to commemorate the great occasion. Perches are equipped. Fishwives walk up and down the sidewalks outside the Hall, selling fish. Blacksmiths sell blackware wrought of black iron. And beside the great doors, blackguards prevent outsiders from going in.