The leaning tree:
A brother's voice lost in the wind behind you.
Seamless sea, terminal seas:
The words of those you have yet to know.
The spinning moon:
Thoughts to fill the shifting void ahead.
It waits, Pennar,
waits for yesterday tomorrow.
Further, more! Outward, away!
The way of losing to cover more ground.
Minds to fill the world and void awaiting.
-Sung by descendants of the Hewrid'lir, who lived among the Beasts of Origin when Galda was young.