"In the stillness, with the lantern extinguished in his hands, Piath felt his name reaching him from afar, mingled with the wind and the roar of the ocean. In the darkness before him, he saw the lights of many lanterns crossing paths, each one lost on a singular journey along the edge of the storm. In his mind, there was neither unease nor fear. Suddenly, a tranquil lake had burst within his soul. It had the same sound as a familiar voice."