Dear Achaeans,
Last month, My voice was restored, and the last step of My healing made
complete. Through all of this, My most sincere gratitude, though I had
not the voice to speak it, has gone to the many Achaeans who came to My
aid. Many of you came from other orders, and many of you I had never
even spoken with before, and yet you spent numerous days working to
assist My recovery. And how proud I have been of My own order through
this all, strong and willing, and giving Me strength through their
devotion to the ideals I have always tried to teach.

For this gift, I cannot express how it overwhelms Me to have had the
support of such a variety of individuals, from the youngest souls to the
elder mortals of the realm. Your kind messages and gifts of essence both
sustained Me during My healing.

For My brothers Phaestus and Agatheis, Their gifts were the product of
Their labors, and the labors of those loyal to Them. The organs of a
Divine are mere representations of the powers they grant. I was more
than blind and mute when My eyes and tongue were taken, for I was
utterly unable to communicate in any form, and unable to perceive even
the intangibles of My own realm. My world was confined to the deep
frustration of silence, and the murky uncertainty of visionless days.
You, Brothers, found ways to return My senses, and I shall not forget
your aid.

These gifts of essence, goodwill, and My new senses have been given to
Me through the toil of mortals and Gods, and so I endeavor to give gifts
in return. First, now that I am restored, I am able to balance the
presence of nightmares in the Dreamrealm with that of other dreams. This
will take a bit of time yet, but it will be done. Second, I shall soon
open a new section of My river temple to those seeking rest and
sanctuary during their daily rush. May it be a place for restoration of
your own mind and body.

I have been asked if I feel hatred towards Sartan for what was done to
Me. I must answer here for all to know that I harbor no such feeling.
Hatred has a place within the Garden, and that place is Sartan's.

Be well, all.
~Valnurana

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 301 AF.