Ewen was already an old man, but still confessed as passionately as a young man. Yet to Ewen, this was more like a warning from the depths of his soul rather than a confession. After years of asceticism, he finally saw his Holy Mother, and in that moment, released all the emotions that had been repressed in his heart for years.
The emotions accumulated over the years burned like fireworks, and Ewen's cold body became warm again, with the remaining blood seemingly boiling, invigorated anew.
Youth draped over Ewen once more, and he felt an unprecedented ease, as if his soul was about to leave his shell and ascend into the blissful Celestial Kingdom.
He laughed joyously, his voice hoarse, as if gravel and friction were caught in his throat, like an old gramophone singing.
"My Muse..."
