"𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄," 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐖. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. "𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆" 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.... Eostre Donovani, the kindest girl to be birthed and the world's last hope to exist