A tapestry woven by hands unseen, whispers of the past in tales we glean, It shapes our dance and guides our feast, binding us all, west to east.

Once weighed in salt to reckon a man, A mark of his service in Rome’s stern span. Now softened to wages for labor and craft, I tally the value your hours have amassed.

I used to own a boat, back when a river ran. Now I'm probably a driver, more of a taxi-man. You must embark, it's mandatory. You need this ride to close the story. Without my service, lost you'll be. There's no choice for one such as thee.

I am digits you should never ask a woman Bronze, golden and dark and Ice I’ve went through I add more to you as the years pass by Though in love some say I don’t matter

Eye of the sun god, mother to me. Protective and loving yet vengeful is she. Desert sand my ancestral home, yet across the planet my kinfolk roam. I wake in the evening and sleep through the day, but I'll wake in an instant if it's time to play.