ㅤ Carmine bolshevik, saffron lily-livered, emerald chartreuse, azure crestfallen—the burgee are ballad that brews adore threshold to a land of enchantment withal amid gainst all the mystique allure, there is a deity soaring and masquerade above the starslake herewith astonishing oscillation lustrous, vigorous efflorescence and whispering greenery synchronous the comely celestial-belle crusades all-embracing of chastity and everlasting pulchritude. Nonetheless for an ethereal maiden it emerged as if a farsighted and obscure dimness had seized her, toilsome to force her entangled scorched comeuppance abyss beyond any endearment malady. Fleur-de-lis remained to magnify and florescence, thence it was the benevolence in her essence that lured her keen on lukewarm adhere to reach peripheral of delighted eventide airy beneath the plenilune refracting silvernrays athwart woodlands, a lassie who was fraternize with the woundscars and nescience blemishes crippled miserable a winding road to rendezvous her salvation. The miraculous lacquer she belongs to, whereupon she is destined to cherish livelihood fore caliginosity barely asphyxiates her. Noctilucae fireflies embellished the lakeshores as the enchantress’ majesty scintillate underneath cornucopian boscage. However, this is not her first nor the last time of experiencing magical things. But the question is, who will stand stalwartly with her? ㅤ ㅤ