Into the Unknown
-Over the Garden Wall
Led through the mist
By the milk light of moon,
All that is lost is revealed.
And long bygone burdens,
Mere echoes of the spring,
And where shall we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
Oh how the gentle wind,
Beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall...
Lost in the clouded annals of history lie one place, called the Unknown where long forgotten stories are revealed to all those who travel through the wood.