FORM: Crystal
SENDER: some dumb bard, aka Jaskier
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: set before the plot, cw: language and such

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[ there's first the sound of lute strings being plucked, a slow arpeggio before jaskier's voice cuts in accompanied by a jaunty jig. ]

Beware the Blight, they say
That dangerous, crimson taint
What's life without a bit of danger
When life moves slow as wet paint
But to hear voices in your head
That cry, moan, and plead
You'll never have much fun
When your brain and ears start to bleed~