FOLIO FORTUNA [Broadsheet]

[Runic]

[As ever do they come. Slid under doors in the Krak. Placed into window-boxes in the Palm District. Wrapped around falafel in the Souk.]

[Runic]

[Over the coming days, the ink upon every parchment the written word was placed upon begins to run. Words obscured, intent no longer known, and in time each one is forgotten as an almost fleeting dream. In the ink stains one might see a face looking back. As for the person, or people who wrote these strange broadsheets ... No word of them was ever spoken, and no letters were ever sent. They simply vanish into thin air.]