“A good student who often did stupid things.”
Was the assessment from the Lotophagist Sage.

“An excellent healer who fails at all scholarly means.
Was the assessment from the Nodist Sage.

“A shining child who also burns away her own life's rays.”
Was the assessment from the Erythrokeramist Sage.

“A fool who was always wreathed in smiles…
While drowning in a weighty and pitiful dream.”^[1]
Was the assessment from the Nousporist Sage.

The girl had visited all the schools,
During her time studying at the Grove.

She refused to become a scholar,
Despite her exemplary grades.

“Instead of increasing this world's knowledge,
I prefer to reduce its pain.”

While the sages faced her words in silence,
The Nousporist Sage alone,
Decided to hire her as assistant post-haste.

“An apprentice who spends wisdom,
Is more precious than scholars who hide knowledge away.”^[2]

The faded Twilight Courtyard, long eroded by time,
Now shelters a girl, the sole heir of her lineage.

Loneliness accompanied her days,
Till the Sage of the Caprists visited her,
And brought her a chromatic pony with a grin.

“It may be the Eye of Twilight's creation in times gone by…
For it shines with the Sky's rainbow hues within.”

Could it be the war-like winged beast of her father's tales?
But the sleepy and dreary-eyed pony before her,
Was soft as freshest-plucked cotton.

The girl still took this gift,
For from the little creature,
She smelled the scent of clouds distant.

“If it weren't for her, I would have suffered more accusations.”^[3]

The Nousporism Sage says in admission.

The scholars coming to deliver arguments and reproach,
often stopped before the door, not coming to fruition.

For the girl before the door soothed their blazing anger,
Like the soft clouds, gentleness in cumulation.

“Do you know what sacrileges he has committed!?”

The girl muddles her answers,
Yet her heart knows in full admission —

“Like you and me, he too wishes to heal all of this world's afflictions.”

The girl treated ailments for many years in the Grove,
Composing her medical treatises into tomes.

When scholars seek medicinal help,
She realizes with a startle,
That kindness too can grow into its own bloom.

By that time, the twilight already lost their eyes,
And the world drowns in evernight,
While the girl and the healer again traverse the world in gloom.

Seeing the golden thread and ivy in the night,
Though it had been long since she recalled her past,
She once again thinks of her childhood dream:

“Should the sun be dimmed by destiny's decree…
Then the dawn that heals the world… I shall replace.”