Nebula, they call you. Or maybe, simply, Dreamer...
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
So reaper, if you can hear my voice//I'll warn you, you've got just one choice//You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul//But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice