When the dragon roared, Toot pokes his head out from behind the corner again and stammers, "Sh... she means glorious, Most Abundant Nightmare. I... I mean the artistry... the magnificent lines... it.. it's sublime epic poetry for the eyes. It's no wonder why lower creatures like ourselves could not understand their stunning complexity. Please... I beg you, tell us more about them. Sharing but a crumb of inspiration of their meaning."
[IC] Chapter 2-6: But Your Eyes Don't Agree
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