Roses grew in the sand by him, where the Deathmender's mane had also touched some dying seeds in the sand, and they would grow there forever unless someone killed them.

There came some nymphs playing and laughing along the beach. These were nymphs that would later change like caterpillars into a chrysalis and all emerge like butterflies as the winged angels that care over the many comings and few goings at the Sea of Death.

They found him and pulled him up and made him play, until finally he laughed and joined in their play. Through the day they played and laughed and talked of love and death, who they were and why, and many other things, and when the twilight came, they left.

As the night came, the moon came up, and a light rain of Satori's tears began to fall, with moonbeams bright and clear in them, and he heard a demanding thunder in the wind, and he remembered Satori again, and he didn't know what to do next. He walked back and forth on the beach, thinking.