"He has existed for eons, roaming the primordial earth, weaving songs about the objects and things he sees to whatever living creatures he can find.

When the earth cooled and shook, a barren wasteland of rock, he was there.

When the walls of Babylon rose, he was there.

When the empires of Egypt and Nubia formed, he was there.

When the Golden Hordes of Mogul stormed the world, he was there.

Now he is here.

And when the earth dies, and the universe darkens - he will be there."