`` without raising my voice , i dissolved my form once more , raging at the souls as they surrounded me and plunged again into the velvet blackness , only this time i could smell the roses , and with the roses there came a memory , a memory of a procession , and people cheering and crying , and waving , and a handsome man singing with a beautiful voice , and petals tossed so high they showered down on us , on our shoulders ... but the memory faded .