Dear child of Creation,

It is more than obvious to me what you lacked within the spiritless city of Targossas. The spirits fall empty upon your ears because your city has forsaken them. Words hold no meaning when there are no spirits to fill them with their wisdom, knowledge, or understanding. The spirits of Targossas starve and steal all meaning and purpose from you. The spirits will continue to cry in anguish and drown you in nothingness until you are ready to acknowledge their existance within creation and feed them what is necessary for their survival and yours. Spirits are not beings of Darkness devoid of light, they are all things and born from a nature not of the understanding of the Mundane.

Sincerely,
Seer Achimrst, Etheric Shaman of Nature

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Mayan, in the year 671 AF.