This is a bucket.

I can't find the bucket.

The light will always be with us. Let us not forsake the crystals.

And you forsake them in turn?

Why do you ask? The wood tells us where she has gone. Or...
Can you not hear her? You cannot. Your ears are dull from hearing their harsh speech,
I think. Viera who have abandoned the wood are Viera no longer. Mjrn, too,
Has left her embrace.

"In vain glory they arose, shouting challenges at the gods. But prevail they did not, their doom it was to walk the mist until time's end." A legend of the Nu Mou.