...and ocean will open and invite you with its sad eyes to dive in with a courage under your dreams, to break fake and glassy surface that was pictured to you since eternity breakable only by your face painted with desperation and weeping for abyss. Your bestial mane will keep afloat your sobbing body from the monstrous depths, because your bestial mane will be full of word that you still remember; when battlefield begins, only your memory will save you. You will be told why are you chosen one and you will be told where you will be destined to go. Heed, very carefully heed your paths.