" Like dandelions they flew across the expanse
Of desert calm without advance
They filtered through the stilled “become”
Returning to the land they knew.
They knew no more than where they flew.
And so they gathered, one and all,
And scattered it throughout their path.
Only golden-shafted majesty could still their might.
And so they flew onward, without a path. "

― Gina Marinello-Sweeney , The Rose and the Sword (The Veritas Chronicles #2)