He comes out into the open once every twenty-five years. He sniffs from his lair, wakes up and reacts to the new way he entered. He flies with the wind, twists and turns until he lands. Since Veiss rarely stops, it is difficult to see him. His body, if we can actually call it a body, is elusive and fragile. If you do see him, however, he will fascinate you and you will be able to feel his great warmth. But, if I were you, I would not dare to get used to his presence, soon, he will return to the unknown and the unattainable.

Brass, gold plated