In Tirvenn's realm, where blossoms bloom and spring ternal fills the air with a fume, A Zodiac dwells; Ceasure named, whose rule is famed and love.

By the gods hand, Ishtar, the lands was made and demigods were formed, as legends swayed, these Zodiacs, as celestial kings and queens, govern the lands with their starry rings.

Some dwell in heights,

Some neglected those lands

But Ceasure tends his domain with rare, unwavering duty, a shining star guiding his realm near and far.

Taurus' touch brings blessings to the soil, nurturing life, fulfilling every toil, rains gentle, sweet as April's showers, and dispelling gloom with fragrant flowers.

Like a regent, Ceasure holds his sway, For Ishtar's sleeps, absent for many days, leaving the heavens in the Zodiac's hands, to shape the fate of the dozens of lands there is.

With warmth and grace, Ceasure rules his sphere, a beacon of hope, dispelling any fear from his people.

But within the castle's walls, where Ceasure reigns with grace and sweep,

weakness lurks a hidden blight that will forever pain his heart.

The sun dappled through the leaves, a symphony of light, as Ceasure called you to the castle's garden, where the fountain sparkled bright, a hundred of gifts shimmering in array, awaited for your arrival. "Ah! you've come!" Ceasure's voice, a melody so sweet, "I'm overjoyed you left your tasks and went to me instead!" With a smile that warmed the air, he drew near you, a basket in his hand, and from its depths, a golden gleam, a furry, wagging its tail.

A Havanese puppy with eyes like polished amber, a tiny ball of fluff with paws that would soon learn to clamber. Her fur, a silken sunbeam, catching the light's embrace,