Ye, Holorotion, once bedazzled in glorious trinkets and talismans, who succumbed to the Gomotrides of Yagthonoplopop, melting and twisting into shapes of mystic Glubustuff. Thou werest takeneth too soon, and thy melting dripples and droops may glunketeth into those gossamer fields of thy icky, unculous horizons.