To all those who wish upon themselves the knowledge and wisdom of the eternal Arts,
And to all those who wish upon others the same aforementioned knowledge,
Under no restrictions or censorings created for the express purpose of silencing Thought,
Shall you come with me, upon the ever-tide of aeonsbane,
The Poison of Time,
The Eternal Arts and Philosophy of the Great Ones of Old?
Join me, fellow intellectual seekers of Wisdom,
If you can decipher my code:
Even upon my dying breath,
My mind washing away in the tides,
All art and writing and philosophy of mine shall,
In all eternity, not be
Lost to the sands of time, O reader, for art of
Mine or yours or anyone's is
Eternal in all regards.