I will be found

Once upon a time, in a land presumably far far away, there was a mare who helped slay a god. That mare had been Isopia, and the god had been a devastatingly powerful bear. Since coming (or being pulled into) the Rift, Otem had always wondered if she'd meet the god that her mother had vanquished. She'd heard tales of the crocodile, wolf, and tiger, so it made sense that somewhere in the vastness of the Rift there would be that bear.  But on a bright and sunny afternoon such as this one, Otem didn't expect to encounter anything untoward. It would simply be a day like any other; Otem would be on the lookout for any without an orb and would keep her ears listening for the call of the Matron (or someone similar) with more tasks. Until then, Otem was content to simply let her mind and imagination wonder, temporarily forgetting about the lingering heartaches of having lost her home and everyone she held dear. Above, Pandora flew on near-silent wings, swooping high and low with the breezes and dropping towards the ground at breath-taking speed to catch small varmints that scurried in the underbrush. otem I'm a cold day in august, I'm a stream too shallow. I'm a heart-shaped box with no letter inside.

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