One day, many years in the future, there shall come a day upon which the
sun shall turn green, and the skies grow darker than the hue of a dying
mans stool. It is on this day that the mighty Queen of all Distortion
shall return to the minds of the lesser mortals, and spew forth her
noxious-beefsteak-breath, covering the land in a deadly, but delicious
treat. So she shall soar above us mortals, in her purple-polka-dotted
glory, inspiring hunger and madness in all who witness her glory. Our
mighty bovine Lady, the Great Bessy, shall reign above us all for many a
minute, afore she grows discontent and returns to the realm of Lady
Valnurana, to annoy the minds of all who have heard this prophecy for
many moons, as they attempt to puzzle out the concepts involved.

So says the Great Beefsteak, through the words of her unworthy vessel,
Professor Hiroma Moliuvia, Ethereal Magister of Iron.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 602 AF.