"Fake Rose King?"
The three of them then overheard multiple voices of people, singing a little ditty, not making any sense for people even if they are fluent in Crescentian. They dance around and around in frantic steps, clapping and passing a rose to each other. It was fascinating even from afar, to see so many people dancing merrily under the unbearable heat that could burn the soles of your feet if you don't wear any shoes or sandals....
"When you gave me that rose one day
I said "No!", I said "No!"
So I pass it around to someone else
Hoping it'll come back to me oh!
Then I learned it was a fake rose
Made of clay or steel or paper
And I learned I was a fool
But at least fake roses last forever!"
