@Arlykre

Where a Quilt of Worlds and Wonder binds them together, and the fabric of time itself was stitched in thread, weaving together frayed edges of realms forgotten—Arcadia, A tapestry of worlds, each A story to be sung! Then, a calamity—the great tear came loose, wherefore bridges led to those across that came to meet. This is a story known as "Fore Wanderlust," born of metaphor for the journey made by a young and weary heart through the years. It is a time capsule written in song. Through the pages of jotted ink and the melody of ticking clocks, the author remembers holding a mirror to the dream of becoming, to be sung by voices that once were, are, and yet will be: of a promise that same child made all those years ago, across the bridge, now to be honored.