i am yova
i guard the vault of dreams
i know people imagine this place
as a fortress of two towers
one bathed in a light of white beyond words
one resonating with a subsonic dreadful gravity
know this
all dreams are beautiful here
some dreamers are so torn
infinitely thin razor edge of pain
shreds a delicate beauty
into a bleeding terror
some dreamers meet unprepared
a dream of beauty beyond them
and they simply remember it wrongly
i guard them all
against what, i do not know
in all my eons of vigilance
i've had no glimpse
my training, a thousand lifetimes of work
preparing me for this
to stand guard against the unknown
and still dream true