The Worship of Dawn
Welcome to the Temple of the Blonde, Brunette, and Golden Dawn.
I am Tamorama, a Devotee of the Goddess of Many Haircolors. Dawn has given me her words of wisdom, calling to me in my sleep, saying, "You must find me!"
And lo, I have searched far and wide for Our Lady, following the glint of lame, the glimmer of her tresses, the squeak of her tiny shoes of myriad colors. I surround myself with her images and beg her to bestow her knowlege upon me, to free me from the travails of this world of many cares.
The Goddess is but one face of many. Witness the wisdom of Dawn, She of Radiant Glory. Feel the power of Angie, She of the twin faces of compassion and revenge. Behold the radiance of Dale, Lady of Mysteries. Bow down to Glori, else she pursue you with her fury.
Note the other, lesser beings of the temple: Jessica, Handmaiden of Dawn. Van, consort of Dale. Gary, consort of Our Lady. Kevin, the Party Boy.
This is the first step in your initiation into the mysteries of Our Lady of the Silver Go-Go Dress. Come follow me!
So easily I am frightened! Get me out!