The figures bent over her, they surrounded her in a transparent cloud and lifted her up, where the migrating birds were soaring and screaming, like heralds.

On the right of her, on the left, above and below her--they screamed like heralds.

They called, they announced from afar their flight.

They flapped their wide wings and the darkness supported them, even as the light had supported them.

And on their convex breasts, cleaving the air asunder, the city far below reflected a blue light.