Chuta Kaimu:
O Shilen!
Let this broken sentinel return to its master's side!
Travel to a place where the thick trees lean against a cliff and hold their hands together.
To a place where the Elrokian warriors of old cast off their worn bodies and left on the journey from which no man returns.
Were it within my power, I would already be with them!
Oh, my silver-armored master...
The letters are reorganized faster and faster, until they finally stop, shining with a blue glow.