"Aithale screamed, a cry full of hope. The soot called them, an aura charged with electricity.

Man, approaching it, felt fear for that mysterious creature, as if it had come out of an Homeric canto.

Over time the creature turned out to be docile, malleable.

She was inhabited and explored. Man has changed her form, not her essence. Yearning for getting her energy, he pierced her, leaving a void, a void that cannot be healed.

But the man, in a long lament, sought shelter in her, begging for forgiveness, a continuous and eternal plea."