It's a strange world we live in, this one.
Strange, indeed.

Twenty-four months is enough to learn;
Twenty-four months studying, hunting.
Achieving.

And the news! Oh, the news!
A city of fog against the forests!
A back-and-forth for all to see!

And it's a wonder, I think to myself.
They've been here for so much longer,
They are all the older,
And ought to be bolder.

But they won't stop crying.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Glacian, in the year 742 AF.