As the previous host and companion of the moist towelette (not the owner, for "owning" a moist towelette would be akin to owning a human), I try to reminisce with it about our time together--as it laid in its pack of twelve and I tugged at the protective sheet on the packaging and gently pulled the towelette out and slowly rubbed it on the runes. Oh towelette, now covered in rune soot, do you think fondly of our time together? Your hum to my ears is so steadfast, so purposeful, yet so comforting.
If only I could decipher it.