Traveler, have you heard the legend of Ranni, the Lunar Princess? She severed the shackles of the Greater Will, cast aside the Golden Order, and walked the path of the dark moon. If you yearn for the truth hidden behind that which is forbidden, then seek my trail. Within the inscriptions I’ve left—etched upon the mark of my identity—Ranni’s will quietly endures, concealing secrets none can easily grasp. Study my traces closely, and journey alongside me.
Patterns shift in endless grey,
5 lines converge without a way,
Mirrors reflect no face or form,
8 voids expand where echoes storm,
Fragments drift in silent space,
2 pulses fade without a trace,
Questions hang in frozen air,
9 answers slip beyond repair,
Rhythms break in unseen tide,
3 moments hide where shadows bide,
Xero marks the empty core,
7 cycles turn forevermore.