Tarsakh, the Year of the Turret
"Rembas", My Dear Friend,
I write for two reasons. First, I must tell you of the most amazing discovery upon one of my recent voyages through the phlogiston. We found an empty sphere! There were no astronomical bodies of any kind: no planets, no fire bodies, not even portals on the inner shell. It was simply empty darkness. It was large enough to contain a system a quarter the size of Realmspace, yet it was utterly empty. Never do the wonders of wildspace fail to amaze me!
Now, second, the more serious matter and the one over which I have internally debated for many hours, to decide whether I should write these words or remain silent. Perhaps, I speak too rashly about matters on which it is not my place to comment. Yet I care greatly for you, my long friend, so I shall loose my tongue, or, rather, my pen.
Rereading an old letter of yours triggered a realization in me, in a manner likely unexpected by you. You wrote that we each have different ways of dealing with the loss of our beloved wives. This is true. However, I am growing to believe that each of our methods of so dealing are neither healthy nor beneficial for our souls.
To be frank and risk placing a barrier between us, I have been concerned from the moment that you first started creating golems and more than golems. (Please hear my tone of concern for you.) I say that Avilda was too harsh, far too harsh, in her response to you; you know this. However, I would be lying if I did not admit that she and I at least shared the same concern.
I fear that this admission of mine will hurt our deep friendship, but let me share with you mine own journey to wisdom as an example that I hope you may choose to follow.
At first, I wrongfully thought that my solution to grief was better than yours. In reality, it was no different. We both hid ourselves in our respective works; we both hid, though our works have been very different. I fooled myself by thinking that my way was better because I knew that Yunoko approved of it, even encouraged it. She told me directly, when once we had discussed how we would each go on living upon the death of the other that she hoped that I would continue to follow my dreams and explore the spheres. No doubt, my journeys over these many years have brought some small periods of happiness and no little amount of wonder, but they did not change me into a better person or change the fact of my deep loneliness and loss. Nay, they were but a distraction from my grief; they healed me not of it. Nor did they bring honor to her memory. Far worse, they caused me to begin to forget her!
But I cannot forget her. Yunoko was the most giving, selfless, and courageous woman whom I have ever known. She faced the evil of the world, and of the planes, and fought bravely against it, while, here, I have run from trials and conflict.
I have decided to stop running; my time of fleeing grief and hoarding my wealth and my talents is over. I have recently begun
"Rembas", My Dear Friend,
I write for two reasons. First, I must tell you of the most amazing discovery upon one of my recent voyages through the phlogiston. We found an empty sphere! There were no astronomical bodies of any kind: no planets, no fire bodies, not even portals on the inner shell. It was simply empty darkness. It was large enough to contain a system a quarter the size of Realmspace, yet it was utterly empty. Never do the wonders of wildspace fail to amaze me!
Now, second, the more serious matter and the one over which I have internally debated for many hours, to decide whether I should write these words or remain silent. Perhaps, I speak too rashly about matters on which it is not my place to comment. Yet I care greatly for you, my long friend, so I shall loose my tongue, or, rather, my pen.
Rereading an old letter of yours triggered a realization in me, in a manner likely unexpected by you. You wrote that we each have different ways of dealing with the loss of our beloved wives. This is true. However, I am growing to believe that each of our methods of so dealing are neither healthy nor beneficial for our souls.
To be frank and risk placing a barrier between us, I have been concerned from the moment that you first started creating golems and more than golems. (Please hear my tone of concern for you.) I say that Avilda was too harsh, far too harsh, in her response to you; you know this. However, I would be lying if I did not admit that she and I at least shared the same concern.
I fear that this admission of mine will hurt our deep friendship, but let me share with you mine own journey to wisdom as an example that I hope you may choose to follow.
At first, I wrongfully thought that my solution to grief was better than yours. In reality, it was no different. We both hid ourselves in our respective works; we both hid, though our works have been very different. I fooled myself by thinking that my way was better because I knew that Yunoko approved of it, even encouraged it. She told me directly, when once we had discussed how we would each go on living upon the death of the other that she hoped that I would continue to follow my dreams and explore the spheres. No doubt, my journeys over these many years have brought some small periods of happiness and no little amount of wonder, but they did not change me into a better person or change the fact of my deep loneliness and loss. Nay, they were but a distraction from my grief; they healed me not of it. Nor did they bring honor to her memory. Far worse, they caused me to begin to forget her!
But I cannot forget her. Yunoko was the most giving, selfless, and courageous woman whom I have ever known. She faced the evil of the world, and of the planes, and fought bravely against it, while, here, I have run from trials and conflict.
I have decided to stop running; my time of fleeing grief and hoarding my wealth and my talents is over. I have recently begun
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