Once upon a time, a girl was given a box. To her surprise, she could put absolutely anything she wanted in the box. So surprised that she carefully traced her cursor around the edges of said box and found no mention of a word limit. How could this be? She pondered for a while. Surely, conditions must apply? A maximum number of words, acceptable alphabets, only Newspeak? To be presented with such freedom felt raw, chaotic, unrestrained maybe even unsafe. She felt the temptation lingering like rose-fingered Dawn waiting to arrive in her majesty after the reign of Twilight had bowed its weak and drooping brows. Even emojis were an option, and from them, there was a multitude of more options. Pensive she sits, mouth ajar she inspects. This would be a test of her judgement and her discipline.
She concluded.