Ah Nydekion,

You race smells so bad, they covered the city in water, and it still
resembles a dump.

Your city is so dim no one is sure how to turn on the Light.

Your city is so pathetic the fish are considered defenders.

Your keeper is so stupid he has yet to figure out how to get his
reflection out of the Pool.

Your head is so full of water, the hot air hasn't have any space.

You are so old, dust calls you father.

You are so crazy, you still call Celest home.

Lots of love,
Malarious

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Shanthin, in the year 281 CE.