But there was a clairvoyant who knew many things.
He lived in a grove, known for despair.
Arepo set out to meet him there.
When Arepo found him, he was chilled to the bone.
The wise man lived like a dog all alone.
He was cloaked in wool, with eyes of red.
Arepo approached with a great deal of dread.
"My name-"
"You are Arepo. I know who you are.
I know you have traveled exceptionally far.
You come in search of Satoshi, the scribe.
He's a man that the lowly can't find.
He is the keeper, the keeper of gates.
If you plan to catch him, then it is up to the fates."
"Surely you know the place that he stays.
Please, do not send me away in dismay."
"To go to Satoshi would take you a lifetime,
But you dare to ask twice, so I'll give you a lifeline.
If you are sincere, and you call him by name
He may appear despite your great shame."
Arepo departed deeper into the grove.
He schemed and thought through all magic he'd known.
