In a temple, secluded, a sage's decree,
A riddle of time, a paradox to see.
"What flows like a river, yet remains still,
Like a mountain's grand form, unwavering will?"

Perplexed and intrigued, Remi delved deep,
Into the realm of time's secrets to sweep.
Through nights and through days, she searched for a clue,
To unlock the riddle, to grasp what was true.

In scrolls of old wisdom, she sought the unknown,
The enigma of time, in verses overthrown.