Inspired by yon @Grey.
This is t'ien. Right here. We're in it now.
No 'Love', no 'Sincerely yours', not even a 'Regards.' The letter arrived at dawn and Mnemon Pari read it ten times. Flipped through vellum stained with rusty ink. The letters had become more unhinged and she could not recognize her fiance in these words now.
The mission to the Cradle had consumed them all, much like the others. Grandmother was right.
This is t'ien. Right here. We're in it now.
No 'Love', no 'Sincerely yours', not even a 'Regards.' The letter arrived at dawn and Mnemon Pari read it ten times. Flipped through vellum stained with rusty ink. The letters had become more unhinged and she could not recognize her fiance in these words now.
The mission to the Cradle had consumed them all, much like the others. Grandmother was right.
