//PERSONAL LOG
//ENTRY BY CLEMENTINE LAFLEUR
//DATE YC122.12.10
Happy Yoiul! It is that time of
year again when the elders tell folktales of Yoiul legends, children are gifted
presents, and we look back and reminisce, or regret in some cases I suppose, on the year we
have had. I say regret not for myself but for some of the other capsuleers. In
the past month or so I have seen more than I could have seen in several
lifetimes. And I have seen what that immortality affords to those that have made
millions of more choices than I. No one is perfect and no one can make the
right choice every time. Some do so freely, some not so much, but being able to
recognise that decision and grow from it is what keeps our humanity intact.
The below poem is one of the more famous ones that the elders tell and it's quite long. For now, I have added the first few verses, but I have attached the link to Galnet for the full version.
of the lads of few charms,
who once upon a time
used to visit our farms.
Thirteen altogether,
these gents in their prime
didn´t want to irk people
all at one time.
They came from the mountains,
as many of you know,
in a long single file
to the farmsteads below.
Creeping up, all stealth,
they unlocked the door.
The kitchen and the pantry
they came looking for.
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