Good evening, or day, or timeless expanse, to you, wherever you are. I assume you’ve traveled along with the others; I assume your presence is, in some way, bound to yours. I hope it is not presumptuous of me to use your name when we have not been properly introduced by name, but Salme and I wound up speaking of you, and I would rather use a true name than a false one.
I am led to understand that you were, significantly, responsible for the creation of this system by which we could write to each other across the worlds themselves? If so, I owe you gratitude twice in a way I do not know how I could possibly repay - once for this, another time, for going out of your way to teach me that that which I heard as the God’s voice could lie. It has already proven a useful lesson to have learned.
I hope that, however you are traveling, you find shade and comfort at the end of your day.