Down the corridors of memory I walk,
Seeking to recover what was lost. . . .
Through the Cone of Power,
Beyond the Plains of Infinite Despair
Across the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
And past worlds known and unknown I have traveled to find my love.
Only I recognize her voice, a voice like a Song.
Even now it fades beyond my grasp, leading me to a place I do not know.
There is no beginning, and there is no end.
There is only the moment, the moment I cannot grasp.
The nameless beauty leads me on.