My friend,
Have you heard of the Rosy Celestial Maiden?

Whether in a corner of the archives,
Or in the depths of a cave,
You can always find legends about her.

She had hair like a rosy pink dawn,
And a smile that could thaw the most glacial ice.

Some say she was Nikador's nemesis,
While others say Mnestia was infatuated with her.

Oh, mysterious and beautiful celestial maiden,
How I wish to turn into a slate,
Forever etched with your tale.

Many claim to have seen that celestial maiden,
Either in the half-remembered dreams of early morning,
Or in the gossip and whispers after supper.

“She once whispered in my ear.”
“She once saved my life.”
“She gifted me an ice crystal!”

Her worshipers recite her deeds,
Even writing some into family teachings.

Curious poets ask up and down the land,
Only to find that the details of these encounters
Are difficult to recount even for the witnesses themselves.

In the entire holy city,
There are none who can provide proof of her existence.