The four-fold is an old Guraldian poem. it goes like this ; In the four fold, It's not the same, it seeps the seems in time of space. It blurs the line from past and future, and all that in-between. It loops around for all infinity, stuck in all the seams. It bridges the gaps between the ends, and is crowded to the brim. The four-fold is the strangest place, anyone's ever been.