As the lightning strikes the heart of the Iron Mountain and the thunder is yet to come, people from Amphibia pray. But they do not pray out of fear, nor out of devotion to any god related to the thunder or the strike. Their praise is remembrance, for in their history, long before the floating lanterns, before the houses rose above the waters, they learned that no civilization, no matter how wise or powerful, can command the pulse of the Cosmos, the stars and the planets.

             So, when the storm comes, the people of Amphibia open their windows to the rain, lift their eyes to the mountains, and whisper to the sky: Heaven is on Earth!