Some times in life, one (or One!) must hang their heads in shame and
admit defeat. And since You have the grace of Goddesshood, that only
leaves me, alas. Let's face it; my wits cannot compare to...how
wonderful Your presence is in the realms.


I suppose I shouldn't parade around Delos wearing my Mayaween costume of
a porticullum then. Are flaps covered by Your ire? Or just actual doors
with handles? As a mortal I find myself unsure, and wish to avoid
stepping on toes.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lupar, in the year 592 AF.