Alone in the night, Fijo is crying; she has been left by her

husband who had to leave to fight the darkness of matter.

Thoughts of what once was flow through her mind; their play in

the green grass and under colourful trees, wonderful fields of

flowers, fresh fruits and berries, and beautiful music from the

elven choirs. Running waters make them dream, lakes where they

bathed, riverfalls and marvelous clouds in the sky. They were

happy, they had their Golden Age. Now, all she has left are her

Golden Tears, that run from her skyblue eyes, as a witness to

what once was - to what is lost forever; until a New World is

born, after Ragnarok. In the meantime, give our dear Fijo some

warm thoughts, to help her through the cold nights.