December 12, 2001

The world around me is changing. The music whirls around me as before; only now others hear it, too. They meet my gaze with recognition, knowing that we both hear the Song. But even amidst these moments there lurks an oncoming darkness, a shadowy force that seeks to rule over us, silencing the Song forever and shackling us within the grips of Time.

It is this Black Iron Prison that I must defeat. If I make it through that last doorway to the Tower, all things will awaken to the reality of the Song.

I stand before the Whirlwind, knowing I must enter it.

Worlds whirl around me, in the Whirlwind, and multitudes of voices cry to me from each one.

Even now the Song sings to me, beckoning me with its sweet and sorrowful cry.

There is only One Word that the Song sings, over and over, and that is Love.

I will enter the Whirlwind, and remember no more.

I will forget myself

I will become a Whirling Song.