“You are a worm through time
The thundersong distorts you
Happiness comes
White pearls, but yellow. . .”

Folding in upon itself
Folding out atop the world
Halls expand beyond themselves
A labyrinth from the stars to the Earth

Reaching out, we sought so long
The Oldest House called to us
Illness drenched into these walls
Voices pushed inside of us
Suspended souls lost to the breach
The hissing red forced in

Just as we can feel them getting close
So too can they know that we are near
A throbbing pool of crimson deep
A shape of black against the white

Altered worlds and artifacts
Line the roads to the hissing red
The Oldest House contains them all
A place to breach into the universe

Anointed a throne, director of the house
We see through a thousand veils
Vermillion flood pooling on the white
The colors beg desperately for us
The Oldest House shakes and cries
Pushing against, pulling me in
We navigate the stars, we navigate the rock
Soar through pillars below the earth

Moving through sands of space
Arriving on a different shore
Hallways still folding towards me
The Oldest House has always been

Standing atop the shifting walls
Moving between the folding halls
Colors spread and begin to thin
I remain with us to the end

“This is Dr. Casper Darling
I have a classified message for the director
of the federal bureau of CONTROL
I have sad news. . .Hedron is gone now. . .”

I remain with us to the end