Merciful Nurturing Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

History has always been a one-sided narrative of the victors; the Mother Tree perished, nations fell, and everything about the past is quietly changing. The poet sings the tale of the Nineveh beauty, while travelers gather around the campfire to listen intently. "Traversing the silver desert, the foreign beauty intruded upon Nineveh. The waters of the Milky Way slipped from her shoulders, Sinai pearls fell from her eyes. In her golden pupils, gazing at the past of another land. Upon her honey-colored skin, the future of Nineveh is inscribed." And then? Did this beauty become a queen? The aged poet plucks the strings of his seven-stringed lute, releasing a long sigh. "She is a soporific, causing all beings to fall under her spell. She is a poison, penetrating the lungs of kings and ministers. She is a flood, from which no one can escape. She is the harbinger of the black plague, bringing illness, nightmares, death, and the end of Nineveh." Before the lute is set down, a figure stands up from the table, drawing the attention of the patrons. The slender fingers of that person let slip some coins for wine, gold and silver rolling and clinking. Wherever she goes, gazes follow, lights flicker. "Time is fleeting... but it matters not, He will not respond to these nonsensical words. One day, you will understand His mercy and generosity... just as I do..." She pushes open the worn little door of the tavern, like opening a jewel box, moonlight falling on her bare shoulders, reflecting a scintillating glow. The beauty, basked in moonlight, indeed has skin as sweet as honey.