A little ages ago
In the interior part of an extravagant Temple
A sacred object was as alone as a crow in a field
It moved through the Temple at a frantic pace
It wondered how the exterior part would look like
It stayed for some moons in the Temple
Hoping to get out one day
To make its light shine

On this very refulgent day back then
The priestess paved the way
For the sacred object to go out
And make its light known to the outside world