Hear Ye, Noble Souls
The Awakening of La Muse aux Lierres
Hark! The vine-clad muse now walks the earth,
A whisper of chivalry reborn in thread and grace.
From the looms of legend and the hands of oath-bound artisans,
Arise garments not merely worn — but borne,
As shields of beauty, forged in virtue and devotion.
Lo, our tale begins —
Where ivy entwines with steel, and silk with vow.
For those who still believe in honour, in mystery, in meaning,
This is thy calling.
Let this be no mere page, but a portal.
Step forth, noble wanderer — thy journey awaits.