It was time for another wander over yonder, because people seemed to be having trouble in the labyrinth. This wasn't any fun, was it? The whole point of this cursed event was to enjoy one's self, not be rendered comatose with a boatload of sugar or be terrorized by creatures of one's candy-coated nightmares!
Still. Pranks were nice. ...A little spooky stuff was good, too.
But there were new stars burning in confusion here. Perhaps they should have come a week later or something. Nevertheless...
Madhuri stirred the air amid the alarmed cries. Felt everything building again. Let's build an aura of focus, shall we? She wasn't dreamwalking, so this song should be fine...
"O twin gods, bless this land To us, treasure bestow-"
She stepped lightly, the flowers in her hair blushing a deep red gold, small flames. Some shivered into a deep blue.
A great pull. When all is rhythm, what can one do but be lost in it? Hedefinitely knew this as well, didn't he? The spiders slowly began to bounce a little. In time.
"City of desert sands, Water and gold below.
Lifeblood and rubies red, precious coins aglow-"
Chakrams left her hands, sliced licorice ropes.
"Four hands, our fortunes mend, That want we may not know-"
II-A
Still. Pranks were nice. ...A little spooky stuff was good, too.
But there were new stars burning in confusion here. Perhaps they should have come a week later or something. Nevertheless...
Madhuri stirred the air amid the alarmed cries. Felt everything building again. Let's build an aura of focus, shall we? She wasn't dreamwalking, so this song should be fine...
"O twin gods, bless this land
To us, treasure bestow-"
She stepped lightly, the flowers in her hair blushing a deep red gold, small flames. Some shivered into a deep blue.
A great pull. When all is rhythm, what can one do but be lost in it? Hedefinitely knew this as well, didn't he? The spiders slowly began to bounce a little. In time.
"City of desert sands,
Water and gold below.
Lifeblood and rubies red,
precious coins aglow-"
Chakrams left her hands, sliced licorice ropes.
"Four hands, our fortunes mend,
That want we may not know-"
Definitely bouncing now! Your stage is set, Chai.