She ran through the forest, deep and green,
Searching for something that had yet to be seen.
She could see it, but others could not,
But those people were not even among her thoughts.

She darted through the trees, dark and tall,
Looking for that fabled wall;
Surrounded by ivy, crumbling, even,
But said the old ones, "Inside, futures be weavin.'"

So she ran to the wall, large and old,
And searched for that tiny, rumoured hole.
Inside of it lay things of strange.
Within it, they said, things do change.

She was amazed when she found then entrance,
Then entered as if in a trance;
Following the long hallway,
To something that did not seem that far away.

And then she was falling.

Down, down, down she fell,
As if she were in an endless well.
As she fell, she noticed many strange things;
Wisps of mist and odd whisperings.

Then the mist wove together,
And she knew her destiny was changed forever,
As she saw what had already come,
And the future they would not shy away from.

She saw the future coming faster,
And she knew that it would be their master.
She knew this was her destiny:
To sing eternity's melody.

She knew that time would not become less.
She knew the universe was truly endless.