Why on Anselopha have I chosen to write? Pah!
I cannot begin to tell you what a mistake I have made. You must think me insane, unbalanced even. Now I am starting to wonder what records the Infinites must have on me. Do you know? Have your attentive eyes crossed the stories of my life?
Through words alone, you and I have been on this journey for quite some time now, yet not as long as the Traveller. Oh, no. I have followed his destiny for so long I do not know how it will end.
Have your paths crossed? Did he relieve you of duty? Or did the Superiom take over in the War of the Masters?
The things you must have seen fills me with considerable envy.
Did you find your answer?
I need to know as much as you. For now comes the chapter that will change everything. If it has been revealed then there is nothing I can do. I have scarcely acquired the mastery of literary manipulation, so assistance on my side will be limited, except to write to you.
For that I can only apologise.
I hope this message finds its way to you.
My world is in peril, much like Earth and Anselopha, both have much to lose and I fear that even those in Timeless Fields, even the Infinites and you, dear Castor, cannot hope to survive this cycle; the universe will come crashing down, regardless.
The only thing that can save us now is a Sectomancer.
Find it. Bargain with it, if you must. For the Heavenly Rays of Tohcay, stop this cycle from ending!