It has been a long day.

Actually, it has been lots of very long days, with endless hours of
searching, of fighting, of running away not only from monsters, but also
from the fear which became greater and greater while you were in the dun-
geons.

But now you're back. Alive and with the Book of Stars. Ahna, the priestess,
looks somehow older than at the date of your departure, but she smiles like
a young girl.

"There it is ..." she whispers and holds the Book of Stars in her hands.
Slowly she opens the front page and starts to read the first lines: "In the
name of the Gods, in memory of Hermes who came from the stars and brought us
to them a thousand years ago. This is the book to save the future ..."

Attracted by Ahna's voice, more people of the Temple enter the Hall of Exis-
tence, and this time, they don't speak of metaphors. Instead they see the
Book, and quietly they recognize that metaphors have become reality.
