It will be expanded into fragments of about 50 words in the plain language of Culture 3.

Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely mountain. I stand in the vast reeds, looking for your rosy cheeks. Through the crystal dew that turned into frost, I was pleasantly surprised to find a woman in white wrapped in faint water vapor, standing in a canoe, floating in the middle of the water, and white is better than snow.