"Long ago, far to the southwest of all of Historica...
"There lay, and there lies still, a tall and lonely city, which is called, Ilesole."
"Forgive me! Please!"
"It is not for me to forgive..."
"But if the skies above can be measured, and the foundations of the earth searched out beneath...
"If the sea into which he was cast is washed away with time,
"If the sun dries up that sea so that the water no longer parts us, if he can walk from there to here!
"Oh, then will the child be forgiven; then will he also be pardoned…
"For what he hath done…"
“Water… is merciful…”
“Not like fire.”
“My name is Ásgeir Di Cioto... I come from Ilesole.”