Oh Master of Colour, After Lord of Rain, Bringer of Joy and Gold.
Can you guess as to what I speak? Aye, I speak of the Rainbow.
Yes, the wonderful rainbow. I've always wondered, how does one find the beginning of the rainbow? Must one detach themselves from reality and enter a state of mind that separates ones body and spirit? Or does one just happen to just stumble upon it by nothing but pure luck.
You say it doesn't exist and its just a myth?
Everything is true to part, everything exists in some matter of telling.
But how does one define truth from text?
I shall in my life, Find the secret that is hidden to us but also right in front of us.
To do this my young followers, shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn to play the trumpet, whilst the other one goes like this. -waves his fingers-
Ohohohohoho
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