On a distant shore in the morning undertow, all the ships around awakening. I have not forgotten; even more determined now. I will wake you up from long sleep. When I am king, I will send out my whole fleet. No islands unturned, they will bring you home to me. In the fabric of a very long enchantment, will you wake me up from long sleep? You are my reflection in a world abandoned. I will stitch back up our memory. When I am queen, I will weave your tapestry on my distant shore, until you find your way to me.