May
the morning clouds refresh you at this distance, 'and may abundant
rains comfort you forever!
Call.
In the Palace Library, there is a book of prayers. It is dusty, and worn. The red leather binding is torn, and the gold lettering, once fine, has dulled. However, if opened, the ink is still dark, the letters still strong, and the words still clear. The Book of Prayers was established in the time of our forefathers, long, long, ago. Page after page is filled with the prayers of many, desperate for a sliver of hope in the days. Over time, it has been shoved and pushed into a small bookshelf, instead of its original niche at the back of the library, on a table, open for all to read and record. The last prayer in this book was the one made during the Great Famine, and was a common one in those days: May the morning clouds refresh you at this distance, 'and may abundant rains comfort you forever!