Seven years ago, the world became better: we arrived to
grace it with our presence. Well, the world was a bit more graced by my
presence than by the presence of my brother, Tallinn. We have grown in
perfection, because perfection has grades and we have them all (this is more
true in my case, Princess Repu). Our rule in the Torony is an endless success, and
a proof of our generosity towards its inhabitants (especially in my case, since
I am more generous than my brother). Although recently we are very busy
stepping over very minuscule annoying entities that are running around the
kingdom chanting “corona”, “corona”. Do they know that only me, Princess Repu,
has the right to wear a crown? Well, are they duly and daily punished. It is
difficult with all this work to reflect on our recently achieved maturity. In
the meantime, Tallinn is groaning.
