The community gathers round. Bowed down. Waiting. The heavens open as our
spent star, our angel, makes his fall from grace. Icarus, wings aflutter, comes
to rest at our feet. The Guide is there to receive him. A solemn greeting indeed.
The Skywatcher, a birdlike creature, plucks at the wings, enacting his own mock
flight as the villagers fight over the spoils. Tenderly, the Guide rolls Icarus
up in a shroud and the heavens take back their own.