Hearken unto Me, for I am Lord of The Shadowlands, The Impeccable One, DragnMastr13, and I reign supreme under the cool breeze of My mastery.
Obstinately I sit, gazing defiantly into the smoldering shrills of your mind's orchestra pit.
I scoff at the dancing embers attempting to charbroil My feet! Do they not know I take pleasure in extinguishing them under the full brunt of My umami heel? Nay. They do not know. But let it be known.
And let it also be known that the trumpets will sound, and the herald will tout with great jubilation My praecantatio.
Galloping on spotted horseback will I be, striding past the gates of your myopic psychology.
Thus spoke, The DragnMastr.