My dear V,
[Personal introduction omitted]
As I was crossing the Veil Ruginious, I saw an enfolding in the land. It grew naturally from the undulation of the desert, but suggested a sizeable valley where there had been no features before. The shoulders... prevented my seeing what may lie inside. As I moved further, I realised its location was drifting sideways at a fair pace I could barely match.
I estimated the rate of progress from my own stride and it seemed to have drifted round from the veil ecolumbine, and to be gliding promptly back toward life. The movement was never perceptible -- you have seen the veil ruginious? Devoid of firm landmarks, everything shifts in like fashion, but such a definite landmark has never been known...
As I approached the landscape steadied about me... the movement was no longer perceptible, but I knew that if I waited, I would find the landscape I was on closer to life, although that's no guarantee it would be an easier journey for me to return...
I mentioned before I had seen a dearth of souls on a swathe of my journey back from the dark sea... Estimating the geometry as best I could, I inferred that swathe would fall exactly in the shadow of where the valley had been, if it had followed the same curve... I must investigate, yet, feared to leave no mention if I was not promptly able to return; there were a few souls visible before the horizon, and [the end of the message has decayed; cf. the verbal report of the sparrow-soul]
[Personal introduction omitted]
As I was crossing the Veil Ruginious, I saw an enfolding in the land. It grew naturally from the undulation of the desert, but suggested a sizeable valley where there had been no features before. The shoulders... prevented my seeing what may lie inside. As I moved further, I realised its location was drifting sideways at a fair pace I could barely match.
I estimated the rate of progress from my own stride and it seemed to have drifted round from the veil ecolumbine, and to be gliding promptly back toward life. The movement was never perceptible -- you have seen the veil ruginious? Devoid of firm landmarks, everything shifts in like fashion, but such a definite landmark has never been known...
As I approached the landscape steadied about me... the movement was no longer perceptible, but I knew that if I waited, I would find the landscape I was on closer to life, although that's no guarantee it would be an easier journey for me to return...
I mentioned before I had seen a dearth of souls on a swathe of my journey back from the dark sea... Estimating the geometry as best I could, I inferred that swathe would fall exactly in the shadow of where the valley had been, if it had followed the same curve... I must investigate, yet, feared to leave no mention if I was not promptly able to return; there were a few souls visible before the horizon, and [the end of the message has decayed; cf. the verbal report of the sparrow-soul]