We are sorry for forgetting you, magical recording aether! We have been busy with so many sights, sounds and smells! A new force of people have entered the world, those who control light for their might, fighting for what's right! We have heard that the Jordon of Halness has missed become too, gone he be? Missed he will not be, he seemed weird, like he did not belong in this world!
Eris comes to us in a vision, tells us to make haste to Dexter, and tell him the codephrase, because a Xaolyn's help was needed to see the world and its new newness! Dexter heard the phrase, and we feels all of us god fun abilities gone to the world of wind and ghosts! And Dexter got maaaaaaaad! And then we died, we got better though!
Liathyr, Liathyr, a land of Danaan and suchities. We remember the place, for it is the site of the Most Holy Rutabaga of Eternal Revolution! Its spinning determines the love of the world's root vegetables! Outside a city, in the mountains, a danaan, a plan, a canal! A yellow lens, light everywhere! We had found the place Eris had brought us to! Hail her glorious directions! The secret hiding of our chaoticness, we were let in, and saw the glowy sphere! And then we got a lens too! Glorious focusing technique!
Light thingies were made, glowiness was had, much to be seen, much to be made. The Bringers of Light, they seemed to be those of order, but not those of tyranny! They fought for civilization! Not like the Tyrants! Eris was pleased, perhaps? She tells, maybe she doesn't? Less of regard, we have returned to our cradle of chaos, after yelling at Dexter about being mean, and all status quo has been returned!
Perhaps we remember to visit more often, Aether, and if anyone out there can read the secretest secrets, be sure to somehow leave a sign of your existance! We love knowing where everything is and may be and who sees the things and the knowledge it brings.
