Han Mi:
Exhausted and frightened, Jane and the little fairy reached a strange place considered by some myths to be the center of the world: the realm of the Dwarves

The Dwarves:
The wheel we turn as the world it yearns
And souls fall and ascend
Where there a wheel there are dwarves like steel
To Keep it moving as our duty to attend

You’ve heard it said that elysiums no end
That the souls there one day leave
And as they adjourn they’ll converge and merge
Until millions make a god you see

These gods so called archetypes one and all
As above reflects below
But though this is so there are things you donot know
Why we turn these great wheels so

Up above we know there was trouble long ago
The chaostrophy swept forth
And the gods they died, only few were left alive
And the macrocosm almost broke and tore

A well was formed, leading down to this world
And a god threw themself down
And their shattered form became us, the dwarves
And we built the wheels in worlds underground
They stabilize this plane of space and time
Which teeters on the edge
And new pieces churn, converge and merge
To restore the realms now wrecked

Where these wheels exist, evolution moves brisk
And More potentials bred
But also as it turns, some post humans will emerge
To replace the gods long dead

There are tensions great, the future must be on its way
There are stories that must wake
So we greet you thus, the Arthur comes to visit us
And we wish you well upon your way