Mail/The Way We Record Things... (2025-11-05)

• Sender: Skirk
• Time/Date: 2025-11-05 (During Version "Luna II")

The river surges forward. Its presence is felt in the lands it shapes and nourishes along both banks. Every winding path, every inch of fertile soil, bears its mark.

In moments of reflection like this, I used to strum the strings, letting the melodies serve as a record. Now, I record these thoughts in words for you, creating a different kind of record, but a record all the same.

The cosmos stretches beyond measure, and the brief meeting of our paths within it is but a speck of dust adrift among the stars. To fixate on the moment of meeting alone is to miss the vastness in which it occurs.

So, there's no need for either of us to linger. We both have our own paths, and our own purposes to fulfill.

I believe that as long as we keep moving forward, someday, our paths will cross again. And when they do, we'll see how far we've both come.