(In the backpack of a little civet kelvic rests a jumbled pile of leaves and paper tied together with strands of dried grass. Its rough cover shows nothing of its actual purpose until one looks inside. It appears to be a pile of letters with every page addressed to one person, Amaya. The only thing that Thylia will allow herself to remember from her passed life that she left behind.) 80th of Summer, 512 AV Dear Amaya, I ventured into a city I've only ever heard of in stories today. The City of Illusions. What will I find here? Will it be what I'm looking for? I don't even know what I'm looking for anymore when I used to be so sure. From, Zaph |