「深葬」

Pray not, fear not the Unnamed deed shalt soon be done,
and thy task shalt be to slumber forever once more.
Retreat into the abyss of darkness,
Away from the glare of the light, away from all mortality
For nothing holds thee, nothing bounds thee
To the symphony of the terra firma,
Once more thou art free, to go where one's pleased
Unlike the inhabitants of terra chained to me


Atlas, spoken to Aristocrat, date unknown