Checkpoint® Documentation (not)

Open are the double doors of the Horizon
Unlocked are its bolts.

Clouds darken the sky.
The stars rain down.
The constellations stagger.
The bones of the hell-hounds tremble.
The porters are silent when they see this King dawning as a Soul.

Open are the double doors of the Horizon
Unlocked are its bolts.

Men fall.
Their name is not.

Seize thou this King by his arm.
Take this King to the Sky, that he not die on Earth among men.

Open are the double doors of the Horizon
Unlocked are its bolts.

He flies who flies.
This King flies away from you, ye mortals.
He is not of the Earth.
He is of the Sky.
He flaps his wings like a Zerit Bird.

He goes to the Sky.

He goes to the Sky ... on the Wind.

On the Wind.