She was no-one, and everyone,

Without a name,

Her home an island.

She moved from place to place,

Walking, flying,

Until she came here.



Yes, said the man in purple,

Do you hear that rumbling?

He is hungry.

And she, the wanderer,

Was chained,

Led to a dark hall,

Abandoned.



No, I am free! I live with the forests,

I fly with the leaves.

But the cave swallowed sound,

Swallowed light, swallowed life.

Moving forward, backward,

Walking, crawling,

To her end

In darkness.



Listen, a sound,

A legend, a curse,

A monster.

A light or a darkness,

There, in front of her.

And the cave, in its darkness,

Made of myth,

Of night, of death,

Showed her the beginning

And the end.