Hyzenthlay was right. Things were never as they seemed. But down in the black depths of Efrafra, it was gloomy.



Where am I? Where shall I go from here?



The shining circle of the sun, the sun and the rabbit. Silverweed was wrong about this; nothing seems right.



Where did my heart go? I'm usually a good person, nice and warm, but now I'm rude and exceptionally evil.



Farewell. And no one inside was right about me.