There's a rhyme
and a reason,
under each structure that weaves between the very fabric of time.
Time is a strange component-that flutters and dances as it goes
and even the unmasking of her greatest foe,
must work beneath its very structure.
Ladybug believes
and must believe,
that justice prevails, even when it feels like a false sense of security and just robed to appear as such
A mask is a mask even when it isn't much.
