In Step

The whisper of one brook mingled with the whisper of another brook makes the silence of the plain tremble. The light of a firefly mingled with the light of its mate firefly makes the wall of darkness tremble. Brighter than a searchlight, we are fireflies, we are minstrel brooks, we are the first step, we call to one another. The wall of silence will fall apart. The wall of darkness will fall apart. We: are the pristine fireflies, we are minstrels. We: are brimming. Brimming with beating together...