HP parent generation
Mold Manor, the manor of the Obscurial. The mysterious woman in the manor adopted six children. A kind woman? No, this is just her bad taste.
This is destiny, this is a reversal of destiny.
Children discuss the stars, children hold straws.
Children live in harmony, children kill each other.
This is the coming of a new era, this is the theater of mad women.
With lapis lazuli as your head, you are the wisest.
With agate as your legs, you are the swiftest.
Pearls are your eyes, you are the purest.
Cinnabar is your heart, you are the hottest.
Pray, on a day when dark clouds gather, rain is squeezed out, and the moon is submerged. Pray, before all conspiracies are seen through, before all truths are told, before all nights fall, before everything comes.
I pray that you are the clearest one, I pray that you are the fastest runner, I pray that you are the luckiest one...
Intention: No intention