He sees nothing more than clouds and a golden bed with a girl in a white dress with pitch raven hiar longer than her she holds a boeqet of black roses a glass case surounds her as the sun glares off her gray wings and white skin. Many angels surrond her, you find yourself with a pair of her color hiar wings on your back. You know this is her furanal; Sirena's Furnenal. You remeber her dying. And the last part of her song.....