>>53018484I am not. As proof, I'll give you a hint to the leaks in the form of a sonnet.
Hidden deep in mire, the few spirits call.
Green are the spirits that make it their home.
One of aural three seeks to doom them all.
Thus, their crystal song must be righteous toned.
Spirits of seven cast down holy lights.
Spirits of ten harmonize in a round
Only greenness can save us from this blight
and purge wicked matters, black thoughts abound.
Through earth and nature, summer and winter,
A hellish king is reborn from darkness.
Green murders black, yet black spurs us hinter.
The dagger of frost spurs with its sharpness.
Beware the blackness, for it might resist
green, so thus, you might need a strong-willed fist.
