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Date: 02/27/2158 [AE]
Dear March 7th,
First, ignore my handwriting, okay? Some of us weren’t blessed with the innate calligraphy skills you have.
Second, asking how you are in a letter that won’t get a reply seems kind of stupid, I guess... but it’s a formality I don’t want to skip. So, with that said, how are you, my dear ?—How’s my vocabulary? Is it worthy of an epistolary novel like the ones you usually read?—To spare you the trouble, I’ll tell you I’m doing well, and so is Dan Heng. We’re both doing great, actually.
Honestly, I can’t help but wonder how handwritten correspondence is considered an effective means of communication in this day and age. I mean, it’s awful to write and then wait for a reply! I prefer instant messaging. A “read” notification is better than nothing because in the end, being ignored is also a kind of response. I guess it’s in the waiting itself where the magic lies, and I just don’t get it. But come on, old things are just romanticized and overrated—I can already imagine you reading this with a frown—. However, despite my lack of love for this method of communication, I know you like letters, and since I’ve been writing a lot lately, I thought: why not write a letter to March?
I tried to get Dan Heng to say a few words to you, but he said he’s not good at this kind of thing. Still, he’s right here with me while I write this, and he approves of everything I’ve written. Isn’t that right, Cold Dragon Young Dan Heng?
Now my hand hurts…!
Anyway, back to the point. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really have a clear idea of where to go with this, I’m just rambling, and I think I’m pretty good at improvising. The thing is, writing isn’t a new habit; I started a while ago on Welt’s recommendation. If I remember correctly, you mentioned it to me once too, and I think it’s quite an enjoyable activity. However, it wasn’t until we got here that it became a routine to write before bed.
Amphoreus is amazing, by the way, but I don’t want to sound like we’re having a great time while you’re feeling bad. So, I figured instead of rubbing in how beautiful this place is, I’d highlight all the bad things, so you won’t feel like you’re missing much, okay...?—I swear I paused, waiting for your response. I still can’t get used to you not being here with me us—.
Well, I want to tell you a bit about how our first moments here went. To begin with, as always, we got a terrible reception and almost died. We didn’t even land; instead, we were hit by a projectile, and the train car crashed just outside an area full of monsters. I don’t know how long it took us to regain consciousness, but when I woke up, Dan Heng was still out cold. I had the brilliant idea to give him mouth-to-mouth, and I almost succeeded. But he wouldn’t let me—next time, I promise I’ll revive him whether he wants it or not, even if he doesn’t need it. And yes, Dan just went to bed, so I can write this without any trouble—.
After our “peaceful descent”, a few random showed up, calling themselves the Chrysos Heirs. Phainon, a friendly guy with white hair and sky-blue eyes, and Tribbie, a tiny redhead who talks in the plural when referring to herself. No one here is really normal, but what even is normal?
Honestly, there are a lot of nice people around here, and I’d love to introduce them all to you, but describing each one would take too long. I can’t leave out Mem, though, a very cute little creature that just appeared out of nowhere but seems to be native to this place. She reminds me a bit of you, to be honest. Maybe because she’s pink, cute, and gets annoyed by my jokes. She says she’d love to meet you, and I’m sure you’d get along great—you’re two of a kind.
Anyway, to make things even stranger, the people here have no idea the rest of the universe exists, but Dan Heng and I think it wasn’t always that way. There’s something peculiar going on here, and that’s what we have to figure out. But first, we need to recover the Coreflame of the Titans to fulfill the oracle. Too much information to put in writing; I’ll tell you all about it when we see each other. In short, nothing a couple of Nameless can’t handle.
The only good thing I can highlight is that this place has comfortable beds and plenty of bathrooms... lots of bathrooms. The obsession these people have with bathrooms is a little concerning, but I guess it’s better to bathe six times a day than go a week without, right?
I wish you were here.
Oh, and something I forgot to mention earlier—you’ve become a celebrity! By accident, I lent someone your camera, and they were fascinated by your beauty. Within hours, you were the talk of the town, kind of like the Slumbernana Monkey at the Penacony Paperfold University College... but without any sinister backstory, obviously.
I’m leaving out a lot of things, but I’m getting sleepy now. I miss you. We miss you, It’s hard being without you. Even Dan Heng has started talking more, and I’m worried he might strain his voice. Just kidding, I hope you’re feeling better by now. We’ll see you soon.
With love Best regards,
Caelus