VOL. ONE : WIT WEAVES WONDEROUS STORIES
Verse 1) On Roshar's plains where storms do rage, A radiant knight steps on a sacred stage, With Scribbles, her spren, they dance as one, Their journey's just begun, with the morning sun.
(Chorus) Jo Anne and Scribbles, in radiant embrace, With Surges and powers, they race through space, In the name of Honor, they stand so tall, With their hearts aglow, they heed the radiant call.
(Verse 2) But on the sidelines, a figure stands, Wit, the enigmatic, with quicksilver hands, He weaves his tales in words and song, In a world of secrets, he truly belongs.