*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
"I am my good sir. If you would've told me all the things I have today, I would've laughed at you." He says and chuckles "I have everything I could possibly want right now."
MATERIAL POSSESSIONS ARE POINTLESS. THEY ARE LIKE VAPOR AND WILL ALWAYS PASS AWAY. MY ADVICE IS NOT TO STORE UP A HOARD THAT WILL RUST AND CRUMBLE. THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THAT.
"Thats not what i meant mate" Jack says and chuckles "I have everything that my heart wants in this time. I have my profession, I have my boyfriend, I have my life that i am living. I dont need anymore." He said.
HM, Death stands there silent as a shadow before saying, THE HEART IS NOT ALWAYS TRUSTWORTHY. I MANAGE TO LIVE WITHOUT ONE.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
"I am my good sir. If you would've told me all the things I have today, I would've laughed at you." He says and chuckles "I have everything I could possibly want right now."
MATERIAL POSSESSIONS ARE POINTLESS. THEY ARE LIKE VAPOR AND WILL ALWAYS PASS AWAY. MY ADVICE IS NOT TO STORE UP A HOARD THAT WILL RUST AND CRUMBLE. THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THAT.
"Thats not what i meant mate" Jack says and chuckles "I have everything that my heart wants in this time. I have my profession, I have my boyfriend, I have my life that i am living. I dont need anymore." He said.
HM, Death stands there silent as a shadow before saying, THE HEART IS NOT ALWAYS TRUSTWORTHY. I MANAGE TO LIVE WITHOUT ONE.
"Thats you mate, your not me and im not you." He said and grinned "Its just who i am."
Talbot is painting a picture of the inn. It looks... off.
Oval walks over to them and watches.
It looks normal at first... then, if you really look at it, you realize that everything is made out of living flesh.
She tilts her head "Why fleshy tavern?"
"It's the way..." He pauses to think. "It's more comfortable for me."
"Oh. Okie!" she says and smiles "Whatever makes your comfortable and happy"
"... do you like it? I'm making it for myself, but if I ever invite you over, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"No no! While it may not be my cup of tea, i enjoy that artistic beauty of it." She said.
"So you wouldn't mind seeing it in my living room if you come over to visit?"
She shakes her head "I wouldnt mind a bit." she chirps and grins.
Talbot reaches out to pat her on the head, then decides not to. "Thank you."
She tilts her head a bit as her tail and ear frills waver around a bit. "You can pat me if you want."
He pats her on the head.
She beams at them.
He picks her up.
She chuckles "Tall." She says and looks around "Your almost as tall as Vega!"
His legs stretch out as he holds her up. She can now see above the treeline. He's holding her tight so that she doesn't fall. "I can be as tall as you like. In my true form, I'm actually around 30 feet tall, or about 9 meters."
Talbot is painting a picture of the inn. It looks... off.
Oval walks over to them and watches.
It looks normal at first... then, if you really look at it, you realize that everything is made out of living flesh.
She tilts her head "Why fleshy tavern?"
"It's the way..." He pauses to think. "It's more comfortable for me."
"Oh. Okie!" she says and smiles "Whatever makes your comfortable and happy"
"... do you like it? I'm making it for myself, but if I ever invite you over, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"No no! While it may not be my cup of tea, i enjoy that artistic beauty of it." She said.
"So you wouldn't mind seeing it in my living room if you come over to visit?"
She shakes her head "I wouldnt mind a bit." she chirps and grins.
Talbot reaches out to pat her on the head, then decides not to. "Thank you."
She tilts her head a bit as her tail and ear frills waver around a bit. "You can pat me if you want."
He pats her on the head.
She beams at them.
He picks her up.
She chuckles "Tall." She says and looks around "Your almost as tall as Vega!"
His legs stretch out as he holds her up. She can now see above the treeline. He's holding her tight so that she doesn't fall. "I can be as tall as you like. In my true form, I'm actually around 30 feet tall, or about 9 meters."
"Would it be rude to ask to see your true form?" she asked and tilted her head a bit, taking in the surroundings.
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Talbot is painting a picture of the inn. It looks... off.
Oval walks over to them and watches.
It looks normal at first... then, if you really look at it, you realize that everything is made out of living flesh.
She tilts her head "Why fleshy tavern?"
"It's the way..." He pauses to think. "It's more comfortable for me."
"Oh. Okie!" she says and smiles "Whatever makes your comfortable and happy"
"... do you like it? I'm making it for myself, but if I ever invite you over, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"No no! While it may not be my cup of tea, i enjoy that artistic beauty of it." She said.
"So you wouldn't mind seeing it in my living room if you come over to visit?"
She shakes her head "I wouldnt mind a bit." she chirps and grins.
Talbot reaches out to pat her on the head, then decides not to. "Thank you."
She tilts her head a bit as her tail and ear frills waver around a bit. "You can pat me if you want."
He pats her on the head.
She beams at them.
He picks her up.
She chuckles "Tall." She says and looks around "Your almost as tall as Vega!"
His legs stretch out as he holds her up. She can now see above the treeline. He's holding her tight so that she doesn't fall. "I can be as tall as you like. In my true form, I'm actually around 30 feet tall, or about 9 meters."
"Would it be rude to ask to see your true form?" she asked and tilted her head a bit, taking in the surroundings.
"No, no, not rude, just... dangerous. My touch extinguishes life and light. My presence fells mortals and raises the dead. I cannot, in good conscience, remove my wrappings here."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"It's the way..." He pauses to think. "It's more comfortable for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh. Okie!" she says and smiles "Whatever makes your comfortable and happy"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"... do you like it? I'm making it for myself, but if I ever invite you over, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No no! While it may not be my cup of tea, i enjoy that artistic beauty of it." She said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"So you wouldn't mind seeing it in my living room if you come over to visit?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
HM, Death stands there silent as a shadow before saying, THE HEART IS NOT ALWAYS TRUSTWORTHY. I MANAGE TO LIVE WITHOUT ONE.
She shakes her head "I wouldnt mind a bit." she chirps and grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Thats you mate, your not me and im not you." He said and grinned "Its just who i am."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Talbot reaches out to pat her on the head, then decides not to. "Thank you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She tilts her head a bit as her tail and ear frills waver around a bit. "You can pat me if you want."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He pats her on the head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She beams at them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He picks her up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles "Tall." She says and looks around "Your almost as tall as Vega!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
His legs stretch out as he holds her up. She can now see above the treeline. He's holding her tight so that she doesn't fall. "I can be as tall as you like. In my true form, I'm actually around 30 feet tall, or about 9 meters."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Would it be rude to ask to see your true form?" she asked and tilted her head a bit, taking in the surroundings.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Good Morrow.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No, no, not rude, just... dangerous. My touch extinguishes life and light. My presence fells mortals and raises the dead. I cannot, in good conscience, remove my wrappings here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels