Visions of a humble Shrine Maiden

[msmoon]

Mood: spaced-out, man

I have now joined the alpaca_lips. May the High Priestess tinhuviel find me worthy.

And in my dream I looked unto the East, and lo! There descended the golden Alpaca whose eyes were as the stars and coat flowed liken to sunlight. And his bronzen clove hooves set upon the holy Mount of Olives, and the world did look unto him. And from his lips came the dawn of the next age, though through none of the tongues of men. And so the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve took up their weapons and slew one another. For it is not by the hand of God, nor by the wrath of nature that the age of men shall close, but by their own hand shall come the doom of men. And the Alpaca grazed, and it was good.

~vision of msmoon, humble Shrine Maiden of The First Church of the alpaca_lips.

MM