Chapter 3 Epilogue Gravity’s Rainbow Three Days Later It was the Northern Architects who shaped the secret passageways of Barvelle. It is they who can save the avian city. The price of their commission is steep, my eldest. There was no way of knowing how deep he had gone, guided by Ilium’s delirium. He had not felt the sun in days. Kairos’ communion with the Architects passed in and out of dreamtime and waking. In this place, the border between the two was blurred, practically nonexistent. They bled him dry into a stone mortar and fed the life fluids into their stone heart which began to beat for the first time in a century as they chanted. The Prisma Strata lay twenty miles west of the border of Aldus and the Poison Forest. Until now, it had served as a landmark of the borders of the Green Realm and Blue Republic. But on this day, its staggering beauty was eclipsed by the careening Aviary and the storms that raged around it. Within the Alate Staircase, the Key to the Sky, the stone Aerie’s father had created, shattered. Their time was up. Somewhere, in the jungle, a tiger stopped in its tracks. The earth shook, then quaked, and from the Prisma Strata, a dozen titan hands rose to meet the city. The embrace of stone signaled thunder clash and castrophany heard all the way in space. When the dust and storm clouds at last cleared, all was still and silent again. In the center of the Prisma Strata, the Aviary perched upon the titan mountain.