- X - The birds flight
Crisp air this morning.
The mist is spreading among tuffs and forest. It is the great day.
I am not in my skin, I feel anxiety, excitement and an anguish at times seasoned with joyful serenity. Certainly it’s not the ideal emotional state for an augur that is about to found a city.
The place was chosen by the Thuban ⁷ priests that, for all the summer life cycle of the star Sirio had studied Gods’ will at the very ancient and sacred observatory of the Drago constellation, in the nearby valley of the river Fiora.
I’m the centre of attention, all eyes are on me, I slept badly and the team looks at my every little detail, every thin wrinkle of my face. They know that history is being made, they know that soon I will have to enter into symbiosis with the sacre
