Ah, the crow is swirling through the sky. I wonder if food is falling. Black. Black. That crow was painted with ink. Whirl. Repeat in a groan. What meaning does that contain? "Kirker" sounds good, but why is it ringing in the first place?

Oh, I'm getting sleepy. I wonder if I can sleep somewhere. Even a sigh of relief makes me want to throw up. Sigh. Master Calcirust keeps pace with me and moves on at a slow pace.

Oh, crap. Oh, it's so annoying. I wonder what it would be like to be swept away on such a nasty day. Maybe I should account for Better or something than boredom. I know what you're trying to say. It's a positive thought. I'm searching in the dark for something that's out of reach. I think there's a lot in return, yeah.