From the Book of the Merlin Fold
By Lucky Fur the White Rabbit, and the One Who Turned
I walked the world while time ran blind,
A backward breath, a thread unwind.
Each face I met had known my name—
Their love was real, though I’d not came.
Their eyes were stars I’d yet to see,
Their truths, old echoes haunting me.
And every soul became a sigh,
Fading backward as I passed by.
I was the past they held too dear,
The ghost of hope, the flame of fear.
And though I longed to call them near,
They walked away from what was clear.
But then the stillness touched my core,
A silence deeper than before—
Where violet, unseen by the eye,
Began to turn and twist the sky.
A color twirled—impossible thought—
The hue of dreams that can’t be caught.
Not seen, but felt, not flesh nor stone—
It chimed within a Violet Tone.
The Light beyond the edge of sight
Began to dance, and called me right.
I turned. I breathed. I faced the sun—
And time began where none had run.
Now I walk forward, and they rise—
Their souls unfolding toward the skies.
They do not know me, not just yet—
But every step brings no regret.
For I am not the echo now,
But something new, I can’t say how.
The Violet Twirl became my name—
A turning heart, a blooming flame.
So ask not how a color spins—
Just feel the place where it begins.
The mind may break, the soul may mend—
But every Fold will find its End
As an Origami Fold that Bends,
Where Love and Magic have no End.
