Crumpled sheet of paper
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Infobox data from game version 2.0.207.99
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Paper made of brinestalk pulp is covered in a shaky ink scrawl. It looks like it's been crumpled and uncrumpled many times.
The crumpled sheet of paper is a non-markov-generated poem, heavily implied to have been written by Eskhind, which is found on the ground in the •charred tree.
The exact contents of the poem vary, but it always takes the form of a sonnet lamenting how the author must leave Bey Lah, and with it must leave their love behind. (This is heavily implied to be Warden Neelahind)
Contents
This is the default specified in Books.cs:
When all four limbs of mine do long to run
and I can feel my walls are closing in
When weary mind cannot conceive of fun
and Hindriarch says all I do is sin
But then your sparring axeblade parts the air
and so my heart ascends the spindle's height
So when you run your fingers through your hair
That's when I know that everything's all right
What need have we for tended fields of lah?
Our parents will not ease us when we hurt
What do we gain from felling trees by saw?
Our village shall not to the past revert.
But in the end, my feet are bound to roam
and so I go, but leave my heart at home.
Generation
The sonnet is generated by choosing 7 groups of lines from a list1-7. The sonnet will first use the first half of the line, and then will use the second half of the line one line after the next to complete the rhyme and make a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
Lists
List1
all four limbs of mine do long to run |
I can feel my walls are closing in |
evil thoughts accost my blackened soul |
spitting anger boils up in my blood |
my mind does all grievances rehash |
this cruel world does bring me sad and low |
List2
your sparring axeblade parts the air |
you look at me with those sweet eyes |
you stand, resplendent and refined |
your armor glints under the sun |
you take my hand, yours rough but warm |
List3
my heart ascends the spindle's height |
a happy smile comes to my face |
I feel the gentle warmth of love |
I feel a tingle on my skin |
my breath comes, like my heart, too quick |
List4
tended fields of lah |
eating in a yurt |
stripping watervine |
putting safety first |
gath'ring morning dew |
List5
ease us when we hurt |
treat us like their own |
let me be myself |
see that life needs love |
offer me your hand |
List6
However can I tell my aching heart |
Although I may succumb to nature's fang, |
But I must leave you if you won't concede |
Now knowing I must go and you must stay |
To know I cannot stay, and you can't leave |
List7
List7 is just another randomly chosen list from #List6 that was not already chosen before.