After pilgrimaging from different locations across time and space, the prophets sit in a circle in a desert, their burnt naked feet tucked up under their thighs. They have suffered all the ailments known and unknown to Homo sapiens. They all tongue different languages, different dialogues of the same language, differently evolved versions of the same language, dead languages, or languages derived from other dimensions – which from one mind to another translate to the One language. They are understood by each other. They vote and agree to give the gift of poetry to Kaveh Akbar.