LAMENTATIONS.
"Mmgh! Mmgh!" He clears his throat, rises from his 'KECHIBA' a bed made from traditional material put together comfortably for him then strides forward with a disturbed countenance as he agonizes speech wise. "Time is almost upon us; if not already so. The moon is bathed in a deep blood red outlook. The once beautiful crystal polished face has been tainted causing disfigurement, leaving a frightening expression. The moon! The enchantress! the goddess with the brightest natural source of illumination not to forgo the smoothest face who gives off light for a clear view of path to the lost children on the waters also fields to safely find thier way home; wears a muddied face. What a tragic presentation?" He wailed. "Couldn't you have waited a while longer you wicked god of deception!" Tog
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