Marsyas visited today. The rumbling drums laughed across the land before he dug his way down. It's day time! he thought, and with that, the sun burned the aulos through. Beautiful world! cried the child of Justice. And with that Marsyas fell under the hands of the god. He sought to hold the torch, to bring it with him underneath, digging, his aulos now a shovel, his torch snuffed out, now left behind for another.