Rmaan was bold where Rhana was not, and poised to prove his affection, Rmaan embarked on creating the first and far greatest love poem.

Lleyyana (Before It Was Spoken)

Time began as Rmaan spoke the divine language into the dark, but it was more than just aural music, for with each word carried a light of different hue, and what was once shaded was no more. As the poem of light continued through the heights and depths, space once only occupied by the two powers now illuminated with stuctures bright and vivid, dark and mysterious, monumental and acute, solid and formless, moving and still. Rhana listened. When the poem had resonated loud enough to echo endlessly through the void, Rmaan ceased.

Lleyyana (A World Made Of Words)

I am not worthy of such wonderful and loving friends. A part of me belongs to you all, therefore, a part of my works do too. Thank you for the years of encouragement. The conversations that we've shared have inspired me whether you meant to or not or even knew. 

Yours Eternally,
The Qing

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