The fairies have broken their syllables and are at the top of the road.

The fairies swung on the mountains of the night, softly dressed, windy hair swirling through the strange shoulders of their masters, who was a cold fairy, who suddenly approached her when she broke the bottleneck, and the two of them breathed in each other's arms, whispering in her ears, and the palm fell on her waist, holding her steady, swaying with her cold eyes, shoving with her arms, clapping with her hands, getting closer to each other, twirling with her sleeves, twirling with the wind, twirling with her eyes on her lips, and suddenly a thundering light fell on her lips, and the palm of the palms snuggled her in her arms, and she...