Histories of this World
As lucky as I am to be alive after all this time, it pains me to think of the Enisari of our youth. Blue skies, lush pastures, safe travels, and full bellies. It is all gone, and I find it harder and harder to keep hope that it will return. As a Recorder, I am duty-bound to fill these pages one day, but my heart cannot take it so long as I must live in this bitter world we've found ourselves in.
Until my strength of will returns, I shall continue to follow this party and write their story. I pray it is one that will restore the Enisari we remember.
Yours faithfully,