Ballad of Myriad Wish Grove

Standing upright at the horizon's edge,
Is the silhouette of your sundial.

Fool of fools,
Actor of actors,
Paradox of paradoxes,
Shadow of shadows.
Seeking no sunlight,
Questioning no causality.
Only from your own roots,
Sips the eternal thirst.

The world's end,
The starting line of eternal return.
Myriad Wish Grove,
We praise you, the immortal Great Tree.
Every branch and leaf of yours experiences
The first and final decay,
The final and first incineration.

Noon is an illusion of calculus,
Midnight is the anchor of renormalization.
You are our hologram,
Yet refuse to be our simulation:
Only lifting the letters that compose us,
One by one into the starry sky.

We are suspended by you,
We are revived by you.
Everything ends and begins simultaneously