“Hey nonny nonny,”
a voice glows in the dark, “A scheme oh so bonny. When nature
revises what dreaming devises, anger arises, and there'll be some
surprises, that's to be sure.”
“Clocks count time,”
a second voice shines. “Tick tock. Tick tock. Time measures
change. Change is a constant, inevitable wave of chaos rolling for
all eternity. There is always time, they say, for a change...”
A third sparkles and
glitters. “There are those of our kind, those we did not leave
behind, those that know what we crave, from our cradle to your
grave...”
“Think of a rainbow,”
says a fourth, fire burning in a cave. “The more you magnify, the
more shades you can see, but when all's said and words are done
with, it's still a rainbow...”
