In my heart, there’s clear, pure mint rustling in the whispering wind. In my eyes, sails unfurl, leading me to seas of Whiskey to navigate and lands of Absinthe to explore. I draw my sword and find justice in the embrace of a sweet vanilla myrrh, my rebellious soul finally at rest. And so night falls, bringing peace. I, the warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and woods: tomorrow is a new day.
In my heart, there’s clear, pure mint rustling in the whispering wind. In my eyes, sails unfurl, leading me to seas of Whiskey to navigate and lands of Absinthe to explore. I draw my sword and find justice in the embrace of a sweet vanilla myrrh, my rebellious soul finally at rest. And so night falls, bringing peace. I, the warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and woods: tomorrow is a new day.