We met in the Great Grotto of Bobli and I believe it was the fates that brought us together..
The weather was dismal, but still the world looked beautiful.
Reproaching the Fates, she said, “Yet theirs shall be but a partial triumph; memorials of my grief shall endure, and the spectacle of your death, my Adonis, and of my lamentation shall be annually renewed. Your blood shall be changed into a flower; that consolation none can envy me.”
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