So it was we lost our lands to the strangers from the sky. We gave our souls to their gods. We took their speech into our mouths, forgetting our own. Our sons and daughters became their sons and daughters, no longer true humans, no longer ours.
That is why I, an old man now, dream no more dreams. That is why I sit here wrapped in a stranger’s cloak, counting the stranger’s bells on a string, telling my story. May it be a warning to all the children and all the people in every land.