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THE YAMATAIAN STATE OF TSENLAN - PERSONAL COMMUNICATIONS, ENCRYPTED.
To: Albert Steiner
From: Airwin Caeyara
Several Leviathans my dear friend. It is good to see that your company escaped as well. Yamatai is an old friend to us, a partner from the era of my father during the Chaos Hive War - you know when wars made sense? The more I find myself a man among others, the more my mind begs me to forget the horrors that I have seen. The lengths we have gone to in order to survive are like the burning gashes of a whip on my back. It seems like a lifetime ago when we met upon the desolate sands of Orab celebrating what we mistook for a victory. Like those memories, that which slithers from the pried lid of 'pandora's box' will never truly be gone. The worry now is that our multiple universal jumps and ill timings have left the scourge upon Ayenee. A wise man would turn his back to even the suggestion of a step back into those throws. A good man however honors the deals made, even the ones of his...disconnected father.
We've found refuge among these souls, our hungry mouths are fed and the steps towards a new era have been made, and yet each footprint behind us seems to fill with mud and salt. I cannot escape the nightmares of those lost days, it within me scrapping at the walls of my mind like an animal shut out of a bedroom at night. It is there in those nightmares that I survive, old friend. I survive. My hope lies within the fact my people crave a simpler life, some to serve as they served the MERN within the Star Army while others seek hope through the restoration of artisan ventures. Sorry, I find nostalgia in the idea that despite what has been a near genocide they and I still find beauty in things like this old teapot that is on my desk. We have refuge my friend, but in a refuge, a man is always in need of his friends.
Write back, and share your thoughts with me Sentinel. My new friends embrace me, and yet - it is you who stood beside me, to lift me from a river of blood that could have only drowned my soul.
A toast of tea to you, and to my new friends here in Yamatai.
May this brief breath of tranquility be savored until the end.
Signed,
Airwin Caeyara