For as long as she can remember, Tîen has always been living here to stay At the edge of these woods you see yonder But tomorrow no more, she’ll go away

To the big town, the university She’s tidied her old room and packed her bag Knowing it’s her last day without a snag She doesn’t want to feel gloomy

Then on the last morning of the last day She gets a letter written of well-known hand The Mothman, cool cryptid and lifelong friend Inviting her, once again, out to play

She takes her banana bag and glasses And sets foot on the path to spend the day Walking, she’ll trace a path through the grasses To celebrate the friends made, along the way

Level 1

Preparation's done All the stuff is packed I'll move out at dawn Soon will end this act

The letter

Dearest Tiên, Walk a last day along this track On which your old memories remain. Friend, when one leaves, no turning back. They can never come home again. Come by, ô oldest friend I made On the high hill my house lies on. With others, play these games we played For tomorrow, we’ll both be gone. Your friend, the Mothman.

Level 2

There was an old man In his rusty farm He, although cranky Told a good story

The Werefox

(ditched)

Asleep, here he stays

A snore, like a huge violin

Playing low, always

This hum is fine, it gently rocks. As I face the spine Of the Werefox.

So my dear, it was you that I could overhear. The woods in which you grew have awaited you here.

(ditched)