The possum lead us to her room,
Which seemed well ordered and clean.
There she against the desk leaned,
And spoke: "I put it's safe to assume
That you are from the world I created."

Th' excited Red the bunny:
"If you the maker of world be,
You'd know it's failing down from inside!"

But then the maker: "To say, much I know not
Over what goes under there -- I'd not know
Even if I try to, for they look so microscopic from here.
What I only acquire is what's emitted, written, then last.
But to me too appears what you concern; for what I read
Are all from centuries ago.
But man can build upon them."

And Blue the feline, questioning: "Then, why haven't you
Observed then tried to fix it?"

The possum says: "For still to be read are many.
How many are what's left!
I made the world millenia ago,
In six days, and unplanned, undocumentated.
My only used criterion was: it was good.
In the imperfect world fought imperfect men,
Who lasted arts imperfect. Tell me so:
Was not my world worth it?
With seeing you having crawled up from there,
I am assuming good 'Yes'.
As rarely anyone do come here, oh nay, only you
Were someone came here."

To which Magenta says: "In there are all I hate
And some and one that love I.
To me it is the reason to live on
And burn all."

To which adds Red more: "Rather than decaying slowly
A storm destructive should fit."

Then White continues: "Normally, I do not interfere
To this world, by this project's nature.
But foolishly for me, I've made a mistake.
It's the material, a crucial source for making a world,
I used exceedingly for this world,
Which would not yet be solved within.
As mentioned for I don't have any blueprint
Of this world, any trivial modifications cannot be done.
To penetrate the exofirmament so the material be retreived,
-- Your tasks begin, one has to travel far to seek the solution."

To which Magenta: "I will then travel again,
But please hold me tight.
I wish not to be lost."

Thence Blue approaches the world, the hemisphere behind her,
Observing: "Then I said that I ignore abnormalities like these,
But I would gladly help you neutralizing this half. All these insects
Have never pleased me, and without them I'd expand my world to it.
If this world were a sphere, I'd kick it like a ball!
It's not that I'd have any choices, right, O Possum?"

To whom the possum: "We will have a long trip."