Self: Roll #3, Frame #10.

Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
He flies who flies
This king flies away from you
Ye mortals
He is not of the earth
He is of the sky
He flaps his wings like a zeret bird
He goes to the sky
He goes to the sky
On the wind
On the wind
— Akhnaten. Act 1, Verse 3. Philip Glass.