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.