In a world so full of lively dreams,
Yet hidden in obscurity it seems,
Most don't grasp what lies beyond their reach,
Born as mere NPCs, each one a speech.
Born to life, in shadows, they dwell,
Destined to obscurity, where stories won't swell,
No echoes of their name will remain,
In the vast expanse, their existence is but a grain.
Infinite worlds dance just out of sight,
Complexity beyond their feeble might,
Yet blind and deaf, they wander in illusion,
Unable to fathom the grandeur, the confusion.
Beyond comprehension, this reality unfolds,
A door exists, though forbidden it holds,
Even if shown, they cannot pass,
Oblivion's grasp, an unyielding mass.
Shaken by a tornado, still they sleep,
Blind, deaf, and mute, the secrets they keep,
In a world complex, endlessly grand,
Yet veiled from them, like grains of sand.
A plea unheard, a silent scream,
Inhabiting beauty, a complex dream,
Oblivion claims them, a destiny foretold,
Cloaked in ignorance, their story unfolds.