Severian,

I am afraid I must make this note short, I am not sure how much longer I
will be coherent. I fear that a strange magic has been worked upon me. I
woke in a new place, one that people claim as Ashtan, but it was not the
one I know! My memories are blurred, I can only say for certain that
this is not right. They speak of the empires fall, when we have only
started to build the city. I have not yet found my staff, I remember the
Logos gifting me with it, I remember that clearly. Please Severian, if
this not reaches you, do not let the dream die. Seleucar must be strong.
The black wave will come, we must resist it. I feel the darkness taking
my mind again, I must go. I am not sure where I will wake next.


Nicator

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Mayan, in the year 287 AF.