I

The Folk are the lone walkers, the solitary natures of the world.
They can exist with nothing; they live with the magic of the air and the companionship of the creatures.
They understand what is. They do not care why.
She is of the Folk. She can dance with the stars.

II

She walks the world in search of truth.
She walks in search of destiny.
The Folk have no meaning, no purpose.
The Folk do not act. The Folk are.
She searches for meaning, for the purpose uniquely hers.
Her feet have brought her to foreign lands, places of mystery and confusion.
She has stood before cathedrals, and wondered at their use.
She has no concept of belief. She is of the Folk.
She does not need speculation or conjecture.
She knows.
Her mind can conceive of eternity. Her soul has no final rest.
She is weary of travel -- of the worlds of stone built by those who do not understand the Circle.

III

She feels the discordance. The World will change soon.
She feels some Thing seeking the destruction of the world.
Her mind comprehends the One Who Comes. She, of the Folk, knows fear.
She knows pain. She comprehends loss.
The Dance will be shattered by the change. Her soul remembers a warning.
The monument-builders, they will fear the One Who Comes. Their fear will destroy them.
Their fear will destroy the world.
They who believe cannot understand, and that is their downfall.

IV

She, of the Folk, knows truth.
The One Who Comes will cause the end of the world, and the stars will be her guide.
The Dance will end. She could save the world, the cathedrals and the stone.
She could search for the magic in the monument-builders, the understanding of the fearful.
Yet she is of the Folk. The Folk follow the Dance.
The Folk do not create, do not change.
The Folk do not lead. She could save the world, but she will not.
It is not the way of the Folk. The Folk exist, they do not involve themselves.
Her soul remembers a farewell. Her heart understands lost destiny.
She waits.