Sonetto sat in the corner of the room with extra proper posture. She was reading a poetry collection that Anon had gifted her for her previous birthday

“Oh, Timekeeper! Today your shirt matches the colour of your eyes very well. I was just going through this collection again… You truly do have refined taste when it comes to poetry.”

Sonetto stands up and hands you the collection, the little book filled with annotations

“I’ve made some notes on poems I thought you’d like, too.”