Kinam Attar Agar Aura Attar

The smoky forests do not frighten me, but Mother Jörd - what is that light?

Oh Mother Jörd - what visions come over me and make my blood boil? Is it the fiery element, now cooled and trapped in wooden moments, yes, diffused?

I crawl on earthen and bitter-earthy ground
Old and so alive, moldy like pale death, powerful and extroverted like a strong tree
Let me sing in the diverse resinous intoxication - Völva
Here I rest forever on fog smoke

But Jörd speaks:
"...and what if I tell you
That we were here in a clearing
And the grim eaglewood trees before us
Do not belong to my creatures
For they are Agar Aura's dirty-green children
And these golden rays are not cast by a sun
But it is the cool-minty moonlight in benzoin resin
And your necrotic scales only fight through the smoke
...would your eyes then become cloudy?"

No. They shine.
Exuvia. Snake shirt. Kinam Attar in the context of Agar Aura. Reminiscence of greatness. Yet Beberast lies increasingly in ruins, debris this year. Therefore, one may indulge. In memory of the ancients. The old scents.