Elder Sister, Vomits Blood. Younger Sisters, breathing fire, while sweet little Tommino just spits up the jewels. All alone does Tommino go falling into that hell, a hell of utter darkness without even flowers. Is Tommino's big sister the one who whips him, the purpose of the scurting Heng's dark in his mind? Lashing and thrashing him, but never quite shattering. One sure path to Avigy, the Eternal Hell, into that blackest of hell's guide him now. I pray to the Golden Sheep, to the Nightingale. How much did he put in that leather pouch to prepare for his trek to the Eternal Hell? Spring is coming to the valley, to the wood, to the spiraling chasms of the blackest hell. The Nightingale inner cage, the sheep aboard the wagon, and tears well up in the eyes of sweet little Tommino. Seeing no Nightingale in the vast misty forest, he screams, he only misses his little sister. His wailing desperation echoes throughout hell. A fox peony opens its golden petals, down past the seven mountains and seven rivers of hell, the solitary journey of sweet little Tommino. If in this hell they be found, may they then come to me please, those sharp spikes of punishment from Needle Mountain, not just on some empty whim, is flesh pierced with blood red pins. They serve as hellish signposts for sweet little Tommino.