[You receive an ominous little message on your bracer that might have been intended for you? Or it might have been intended for someone else? It’s hard to say. But suddenly there's a "poem" for you to read with no explanation at all.]
A Lass Called She
There once was a young lass from moon. She said, "See the lovely rune!" It was rather crescent, But not very cessant, She just couldn't say no to the boon.
early january;
A Lass Called She
There once was a young lass from moon.
She said, "See the lovely rune!"
It was rather crescent,
But not very cessant,
She just couldn't say no to the boon.