"From afar, a fragrance pure,
Like blossoms kissed by morning dew,
A scent so sweet, so rich, so sure,
It tempts my heart to long for you.
But oh, this mask, it hides the sight,
What beauty lies beneath, unknown—
Like stars concealed by clouds at night,
You leave me lost, yet not alone.
So I yearn, I hope, I dare to ask,
What treasures wait behind that veil?
What secrets hide beneath your mask?
For just one glimpse, I'd face all hell. "
"Ah, crap, here we go..." the Seer murmured in frustration and deep sigh, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched the scene unfold before him.
