Song of Ancient Lovers

Epilogue

Fire doesn’t restore what it devours, and my original writings were lost forever. But to some extent, I managed to recreate them and turn them into this fictional novel, where I’ve said what I had to say. I’m not the mute ox anymore.

Goat Foot returned when I least expected her.

All myths that are born are reborn.

All myths that come to life come back to life.