There once was a dying soldier on the battlefield,
who wished to bid farewell to his lover in a distant city, far away.

The child leaned toward the soldier
and said nary a word
as she listened to his final words of comfort.

As for the other two children, they were in the city,
beside a bed upon which a woman was lying in eternal rest,
wailing uncontrollably.

Not only do the three children share each other's senses,
their souls are also interconnected.
When one is filled with grief,
the other two will burst into tears as well.

“Perhaps we should tell you some happy tales instead!”
The child wipes away her tears of reminiscence,

“Our greatest talent is performing Amphoreus' nursery rhymes!”

But those nursery rhymes,
have been told over and over…
that any literate child could recite them by heart.

“How rude!”
The child gently flicks my forehead.

“You should be reflecting on the nursery rhyme author's heartfelt intentions instead!”^[1]

In this lush land by gods chosen…
Giants raise their glasses in a toast…