0x467d6e15…11dbsent to0x8fdde660…8f30·#12,790,667·view on Etherscan
B3P3jj7KSbn3FYx0m7mwhttps://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmNv1WPLobShbKMRv15JTSjqevo4rjGFrQH5ymjGxpxyhZ/B3P3jj7KSbn3FYx0m7mw.jsonemissaryAnd now, at last,
the beautiful autumn faces the children
who were the first on my mind.
The leaves, as I listened,
sank into the sand:
the boy beside me who was called emissary,
the one whose nest I had fought so fiercely
to rid myself of in the Search for the Lost Word.
My own nest was the forest.
"The next morning a demon came to me,
and I found that I still had some letters,
but they were all stuck together,
and without matter,"
Ovid wrote to a friend. Merzmensch