Good morning~
I don't quite have a full illustration for you, regardless, I come bearing both greeting and riddle. As is proper.
Happy Birthday!
You will have exactly these 24 hours to solve this. Should you fail, the world will return to magma and ash.
"I am made from one hand, to be made by another
In mind I am writ, yet in sight do I sit
I know only wonder, in use I am many
Through wand softly flit,
Through avarice plenty,
Through sonder, through sage,
O'er death I shall hover.
What am I?"
The rhyme scheme's not really anything in the beginning, but it's a riddle, not a poem. More importantly, it's your problem now.
Good luck!
Hehehe
Why thank you~
You're so sweet...
And
The anwser to your riddle is...
Paint!










