Dreaming, preparing,
For the whirlwind ahead.
The sands of time begin to swirl,
As your foot inches forth.
Step into the breeze.
Allow the winds of change,
Brush across you.
Do you hear the whispers,
The portents of that which is to come?
They sing and call,
To those who will listen.
The glistening sparks,
Draw you to the knowledge they share.
The scale changes tone,
Heralding the beginning of something new.
What is to come,
We cannot tell.
No crystal has yet revealed its secrets.
So we must wait and plan,
And be ready to change our sails.
We prepare for the time,
That will become our moment.
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