O dear Owls, O dear my. Knights of the darkness, and guardians of the misty nights. Masters of wisdom, and symbols of the whisper flight. Guide a lost seeker through the hollows, and stop a rambling dice. Lead him through the path to the Fountain of Memories, the fountain in which infinity lies. May you abandon him not. May his visions do always rise. Let darkness define the light, let the unfathomable reside along his sight. Those nights are cold, too indeed nearby. As the dawn should fold, the visionaries must be nigh.