They say in the darkest depths of the woods when a soul comes back from the sea

The fairies dance to guide home the soul’s old memories.

The green flash lasts but a mmoment, a blur to our eyes

But it takes thousands of fairies disguised as fireflies

A thousand years or more to make it through the timestretched door.

As the door between realms dilates and closes, the soul is guided home

From fae to fawn to nymph to mer, the soul begins to roam

Danced through the greenest twilight to the land he calls his own.