The pivot of worlds, where opposites converge,
a mirror that knows no side.
Justice without weight, harmony without force,
the endless quest for equilibrium.
The tide’s ebb and flow, keeper of cycles,
the shell around a fragile truth.
Protector of the seed, nurturer of the unseen,
the quiet pulse of creation.
The ascent engraved in stone, the will of the mountain,
ancient ambition, unwavering determination.
our journey is time, your reward the summit,
where the eternal and the ephemeral meet.
The double winds, a whisper, a roar,
weaving invisible paths, seeking unity in chaos.
A voice for the unheard, a bridge to the unknown,
the eternal traveler of thought.
In the depths of the waters of the Age,
where two fish swim, opposite but united.
A murmur of faith runs through time,
echoing sacrifice and infinite dream