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There aren't any words on this page, so we can't see what exactly Cyril is trying to convey. But he did draw on it.
On the page's corner was a bright, yellow sun that shone upon his drawing of Garreg Mach Monastery. The sky was clear, with a couple of clouds in the background. There were a bunch of hearts scattered all over the place. It wasn't shaded or anything and was all simply colored. He used only colored pencils, so he drew the monastery and the hearts first, colored them, then the sun, finished it off with the sky, and left some room for the clouds.
When he handed it to Lady Rhea, she looked at his drawing, amazed. "This looks good, Cyril," she said. She probably was lying but wanted to thank him.
"Thank you," Cyril said in return. "It's a poem."
"Oh, it's a poem?"
"Well... I wanted to write one for you but well... I'm illiterate."
"Lol this fic is kinda cringe," Flayn, out-of-character for no reason, said in the background. "Nobody really likes Cyril so this fanfic is just cringe. I guess we should just end it here to save everyone from more cringe."
So... the end I guess. Idk Out-Of-Character-For-No-Reason Flayn is forcing me to end it here