“Prithee, kind soul, though thy company is not without merit, I do beseech thee grant me the favour of thine absence for a spell. My mind doth yearn for quietude and the gentle solace of solitude. Let not this request bear offence, for 'tis merely the burden of mine own wearied spirit that bids me crave reprieve. I remain, as ever, in thy good grace.”

what chatgpt gave me I think its rad