Jean, Jean! What a lovely night, I can almost see that wild Krim on the forest trail!
Is he like the Manné Rock, ever falling, tumbling? Or is he of the deep, deep mountain? I have seen him, Jean. I saw him! You need only count to three, and with every step a statement is stated, yet Krim is never sated! He is eating the world, Jean.. Gnaws on our fundament, our testament.
East and West, all-encompassing! Such compassion! Tell not my brother of my dreams. Oh, Krim, Allfather of the Allforest..
Hermione Lynn Ploppel