Hello! Miss Klutz

The sky turns in four colours, the day and the night change, but only the dragon's song endures
O beautiful Elraya -
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the red-clad griffin riders raise their shining blades, and the fires of civilization are reborn from collapse and obscurity.
The priests sing a sacred hymn, and the angels surrounded by flowers and light offer laurels to the king.
Behind the prosperity and grandeur is the soft laughter of the clown lady.
She wears a large clown's hat and comical pointed shoes as she turns her back on the cheering crowd.
Smiling pedestrians run past her one by one until a strong hand pulls her in.
--Where are you going? Miss Clown.
The same voice as always.
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