Oh Mists of Time

Tell me your secrets

You wear your mysteries like a shroud

How will I know you?

 

And The Mists of Time answered…

 

My child – there are no mysteries

My secrets are your secrets

For you and I are One

Together we have surfed the corridors of eternity

 

We have shared untold wonders

The joys of pleasure and ecstasy

Strength-giving tribulations

And with each growth inducing experience

 

We dive deeper into infinity

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