Bifrost Chosen of the Sixth Age

There once was a Maiden that held the Seed of Wisdom within her;
She was set to watch over a Flat World adrift on a Sea of Chaos.
  She was there when the Deathless Ancients were Slain.
She was there when the Old Laws were broken by their weight.
She was there as the Underworld festered with their wrath.
She was there when The Maw of Oblivion swallowed that world.
  The Maiden heard the Whispers of those Never Born,
and she smiled as they mocked her with the Seed she carried.
Those who had planted the Seed were too Permanent to understand it,
she silenced the Whispers by speaking the flower that blossomed:

In every Ending, there is a Beginning.

The Maiden watched as The Chosen stood together against Oblivion,
and watched as they snatched Existence from the Maw.
She welcomed the return of friends who had departed in fear,
and left alongside them with what could be saved.
  She was there when the Chosen returned from the Long Voyage.
She was there when the Ancients began to grow beyond themselves.
She was there as Chosen and Ancient laid down the new Firmament.

She was there when Ten-Thousand Beginnings rose from the Ashes.

There is a Maiden that holds the Flower of Wisdom before her;
She watches over a Universe of Round Worlds flying through the Void.