Today I had gotten a rather… unexpected surprise.
I am used to receiving letters from bugs in towns I pass through, but they are usually not addressed to myself.
The letter itself is rather well written, clearly from a bug who had wrote many a letters before, the handwriting clear and literate, it’s ink lacking a single smudge.
“To the bug who calls itself ‘The Shepard” the letter reads
“I had heard of your travels in search of kin, those known as ‘Vessels’. Well I would like to extend you an invitation to a land, while may it be far, has had a recent increase in residents hailing from Hollownest, many being of Void.”
That was the end of the letter.
No signature, nor a hint as to may have sent the invitation.
Trotting up beside me, a large moth larvae, who I have affectionately named “Spon”.
Spon is the largest out of the small herd I was entrusted to watch and care for, and is rather intelligent compared to the rest.
I run my claw through their fur, and flip the letter over.
The place where my kin reside.
I will be calling the herd together now, and setting off to this land shortly.
This marks the end of this entry, and the start of a long journey ahead.
