Walk amongst dislocated dimensions, scattered by disharmony
Gaze upon their murky waters, and with a casual gesture
Make them clear again, each crystallizing into a mirror
But they might not show what you seek
Be patient, young seer, be serene
Because at your whim those mirrors could shatter
And the consequences are far too terrible for words.
 
In this timeless fold of the world
Seers have always performed this task, eternal in their watch
A seer could die, but there would always be others
Since well before the chaotic birth of this world
And well after it will sink into the frozen end
Your kind, blessed by forces unknown, have wandered these shifting halls
Seeking answers and questions, and getting both in droves
And performing a task no other can
Reality maintenance.