In immemorial times, when Rain was a god, from the emerald depths rose the Three-Faced Siren. Her three faces: one screamed to the sky, the second gazed into the soul of the world, the third silent in eternal pain, were covered with silver eyes of tears. Upon her shoulder clung the Mollusk of Eternity, and her hands plunged into her breast, birthing pearls from suffering. Thus she stepped beyond the Rain...forever