In the skies above us, a light shot across. It landed in our forest, and we went out to investigate. When we found the light, it was a crashed rock But it was opened, like an egg when the bird child is born. In front of us stood a young lady: A visitor so beautiful she must have been born of the Stars, Her hair was white, like the purest of light; Her skin was pale and her lips were red; Her eyes were like none I'd ever seen before. She wore no clothing, and her feet were admirable: Her toes were all very long, but none were as long as her big toes. Such a pure and perfect being could only be from the Heavens. She must be Sxaforys, Chief Messenger of the Great Goddess. This is the Beginning of the End.