[A folded envelope stuck in a corner of the Krak marked 'Jamileh']

[pescador]

[The note appears almost typed, mechanical precision - as if printed from a machine. The ink is wet and features smelled notes of burnt hair]


You sought of something on last we met atop the peaks cresting the sun.
Let us speak more of it, and share our wayward path of discovery in the forbidden library of the Creep.
Embrace the present moment and all its possibilities. The future is yours to create.
Find me.

Zuraara

[SN]

Wanderer,

In my own wanderings, I have stumbled upon it already.  How curious!

As for the second part of your letter, I embrace truth, but after seeing the layers of of the proverbial onion,  it is going to take, months if not years of scrupulous, methodical  unveiling  of a grain of sand after a grain of sand.

- Wanderer