I AM LA REVACHOLIÈRE.
I AM THE CITY.
I AM A FRAGMENT OF THE WORLD SPIRIT, THE GENIUS LOCI OF REVACHOL.

MY HEART IS THE WIND CORRIDOR.
THE BOTTOM OF MY AIR IS RED. I HAVE A HUNDRED THOUSAND LUMINOUS ARMS.

COME MORNING, I CARRY INDUSTRIAL DUST AND LET IT SETTLE ON TREE LEAVES.
I SHAKE THE DUST FROM THOSE LEAVES AND ONTO YOUR COAT.

I'VE SEEN YOU, I'VE SEEN YOU! I'VE SEEN YOU WITH HER -- AND I'VE SEEEN YOU WITHOUT HER.
I'VE SEEN YOU ON THE CRESCENT OF THE HILL.

YOU ARE AN OFFICER OF THE CITIZENS MILITIA.
WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR COAT, YOU WEAR MY SOUL.

YOU MOVE THROUGH MY STREETS FREELY IN MOTOR CARRIAGES AND ON FOOT.
YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE HIDDEN PLACES.
YOU ALSO CIRCULATE AMONG THOSE WHO ARE HIDDEN.

I NEED YOU.

YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH.

BE VIGILANT.

I LOVE YOU....