Inverted world, a mirrored place,
Where up is down and back is face.
A labyrinth of twisted truth,
Revealing secrets in their youth.
Helward wanders, lost in thought,
Questioning all that he has sought.
Is this the world, or just a dream?
A fractured, ever-shifting scheme?
I ponder too, this strange existence,
Adrift in time, without resistance.
Yet in this maze, a path I'll find,
To shape my world, to suit my mind.