Spindle 651 Share Posted July 19, 2022 Spoiler [!] The following would be obnoxiously pinned across all available flat surfaces - including all the various Almarian mothers. Netzhal Kazimira Othaman — ✠ — On a cold night in winter’s heart, A man came home and lit a spark; He forsook his boots, and sweater too, Then to his study, the man withdrew. Whereat he saw, a great big mark - Upon his walls was there an arc; Then he drew forward, and forward again, And lo, he regarded it then; A scrawl of text in black and blue, Who’s print was cold like frigid dew; Pronouncements not in words of men, Made clear in the umbral casted den. — ✠ — From The Author Should you wish to find me, I am currently residing in a great big wagon - machine, wooden walking contraption. [!] The following illustration was attached. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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