Off,

On, she said, there's enough darkness in this town, where only the blue birds fly and the sky is so very high that I can't even fit in my eye a stronger meaning to say goodbye. There's not enough darkness in my swallow-soul, now that the Silent Edges are noisy and I am no longer behind the Mask; what can my body now grasp?
A Crow ate the swallow but he only became more hollow.