Of times ethereal,
when space was filled with gassy droughts
and planes material
were only fetus within clouds
the Primal Master Jin gave birth
to a little cosmic child,
engraved within him magic word,
the baby’s weight was ghostly mild.
But the child grew so fast
with his glowing azure skin.
Primal magic he could cast
as proud descendant of his kin.
Zen’Jin was he called among
the species in the White Towers,
unbound by gravity and strong,
demonstrating wizard powers.
Not long till he formed a pact
with the Sacred Starlight’s calling.
Rifts need to be kept intact
and wheel of fortune must keep rolling.
Zen’Jin surely never rests,
granting your desires and wishes,
but careful what you manifest,
for you may end up sleeping with the fishes.