More than 150 years ago, in return for the restorative gifts granted to
Me by My brethren in the Garden as well as numerous mortals, I opened to
the public a new section of My river temple. This place, marked by a
windmill, is also known as the Mesmerium and was intended as a place of
rest and relaxation, a sanctuary from this hurried world. In recent
years, however, the respect shown for this sacred place has diminished.
It has become a trap for murderers who lie await in ambush, a hunting
grounds for thieves, and more.

This decline has also manifested in the physical deterioration of the
temple, which has become very fragile. Recent events have left many
parts in ruins, and the Urubamba River itself now encroaches upon it
from the west. Further, the reckless intrusion this past month of Lord
Aegis and His army has depleted the resolve I have in sustaining the
area as My own. I have withdrawn My blessing; the Mesmerium is no longer
My temple.

To those who enjoyed the temple's quiet surroundings and found time for
reflection within, be appeased. A new haven shall be found, though far
from busy roads and the throngs of mortals who breed irreverence. To
those who venture within the Mesmerium, I advise you to be wary.
Nightmares have become reality within its depths.

~ Valnurana

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 457 AF.