In the morning, Our spirits wake in the void and return to us. At night, Our spirits awake in the void and return to us. Yet we all awake, with someone else already awake. Does anyone wonder.... Who was the first one here.... What does it feel like to be all alone on the donut.... Some are restless...

Too all who turn the ears and to all who do not. There are some who must be praised on this donut. Zillian the maker of poems. Your notes on the board bring everyone from their homes. Your verses could bring joy anywhere, even to the holm. Dravian of the Dragon, The young man with an old soul Too t...