Winds across golden plains, thick with grass, the remnants remind us
Our world has seen tragedy, victory, fates unfulfilled and destiny lost
Many imagine our world to be vast, with the echoes of a vibrant past
The future is not composed of intent, nor woven with grace, paradox
We are ignorant of the truth, but it isn't our fault, we cannot perceive
Which leaves a world of unsolved mysteries and holes in her history
