The fox cannot wriggle free of the eagle's grasp. There is no light that you can plainly see. The order comes from a high place that hides only secrets. Whoever hears the call of the crow shall prime his wings. Soon the time for flight arrives and there shall be no healing in those wings. The fading moans of the fox are heard. Move without motion. Act without pity. Wear the clothes of darkness as you bring forth the light. Yesterday is now. Be inspired. Rejoice without sound.