“There! – A star, in the depths,” said Enyis to the Boar King.

“The journey is dark and perilous,” said the Boar King, “And we have no vessel with which to hold it, neither of clay nor iron.”

“I will swallow it,” said Enyis, “And even should my body be consumed by flame, it will at least light our way to the surface.”

– The Song of Maybe