Memory, you ever-now
floating in the space of nostalgia...

Do you glimpse this yellow horse?
Can you see the reddish sky...

The only copy left,
when the floppy breaks...

One day, the game board felt bored.
Thus, its Anmutung was altered to be covered with...

Forgot what I was up to say,
had to rot while left to stay...

Trovecy: My verses lead towards pure gold
Time Rhyme: To whom will it be sold...