The J-folk may dance through fields of jasmine, their laughter echoing in jubilant resonance. Meanwhile, those without the coveted initial find themselves caught in a whimsical whiff of woe. Tales were told of the misfortunes befalling those without a ‘J’ to call their own – the scent of joy eluded them, and their steps seemed out of tune with the J-harmony that enveloped the world.
But it’s cool. You’re cool.
