“Thank you, homins. I am very happy I can spend this evening with you.”

Lylanea holds a amber bowl in her hands.
“First of all, I would like to ask you to help me a bit. I gave each of you a small amber bowl at the beginning of the evening. In each bowl is a small candle not yet lit. I ask you now, homins, to light these candles in order. I will start with mine, and then each of you will light the candle of the homin sitting to your left, so that the light travels among us, from one homin to another.”
Lylanea first lights her own light, then leans forward to turn on Chenli's light. The bowl shines from the soft golden light that burns inside.
Lylanea then stands in front of the audience and begins to speak in a soft voice:



While cold seizes the woods,
While the frost makes the fields sparkling,
When the snow covers the whole country,
Take this light in your hands.

This light, it will make you remember the journey out of darkness,
Of the return to new lands, of the moment when the great exile came to an end,
When four peoples in eternal war were together victorious
In the depths, each working for the good of the other.

Time was long and dark underneath,
And almost lost, the hope in freedom.
But there is one thing that homins never lost:
The memory of the warm sunlight.

This light, it will make you remember the journey out of darkness,
Of the return to the sunlight,
In new lands,
Where the fear of the enemy has found its end.

Today we are united against foe,
In our native country,
United against the Kitins.