Walker, you are the first. Before the guttural tongues of man, the ancient language of mountains. Before the taming of fire, the slumber of snow and ice. Before the triumph of citadels, the revolving crown of stars.
Before name, breath.
Wanderer, you are the last. Beyond the hollowing of the hills, the eternity of the earth. Beyond the failing of the Sun, the rising of the Moon. Beyond the withering of the river, the fidelity of the ocean.
Beyond name, memory.
Wayfarer, you are the only. Barring guidance, the calling. Barring belonging, the unknown places. Barring voice, the meaning of silent solitude.
Barring name, understanding.