In the earliest days,
when the world was still young
and people spoke with gentle voices,
there appeared a mouse with a golden glow.
She emerged from the twilight of time,
and no eye could ever behold her completely —
only as a fleeting glimpse
between light and shadow.
She travelled from place to place,
a silent companion,
watching and listening
without a word.
She witnessed human joy and sorrow,
war and peace among nations,
and quietly carried
every memory with her.
It is said that her journey
continued through many ages,
past wonders
no scribe could ever fully record.
Wherever she went,
she left no trace
that endured.
Yet her presence never faded.
Thus the legend tells us
that the Golden Mouse keeps watch over
all that has been and all that is —
but not over all that is yet to come.
For she still journeys on,
even when she can no longer be seen,
and her trail disappears
where time itself has no name.