My fellow weirdos, the world is awkward
Awkward moments, lasting so much longer than real time, leads to tolerance.
Transforming the rose who was afraid to know its true color to let it shine.
When you gain tolerance, the moon will follow you every time you look into the night sky for an answer.
Hearing it coaxing you to smelt your tolerance on your mind forge, and smith a sword and shield of abilities.
Your mind, lifting up the weight of the sword and shield, recreates you as a gladiator of dreams.
With your new casing, steaming with power, you are able to dust off the questions of the future to find that the answers are in the past.
When the world, a sloth without a care, finally seeks the answers you have, direct them to the awkwardness, that group of weirdoes that sit on the steps everyday.
There they must learn to become outcasts that like their island.