When the time calls for it, we go.
To a place where islands become lakes,
Oceans turn to plains.
Hills transform to seas,
And bodies that surround us change to ranges that divide us.
It is not an upside down but a twisted reality.
Narratives stays but the characters alter.
For how long shall we sing this epic?
'Til when shall we speak of these stories?
To Time that provides for existence,
We're hopeful we could show true life's essence.