There is really no specific manner in which to begin or end a story such as this. Being only loosely bound by the restrictive constraints of linearity, the tale of Sibannac was rather meant to unfold more like the murky narrative of a dream. I therefore suggest that the reader would attempt to interpret the passages contained herein as such. Of course, it might be altogether more satisfying to believe as I do, that Sibannac had simply just chosen to emanate from the clouds...