your discoveries are, as usual, remarkable. Equal to your zeal and your devotion. I wish I would be granted to see the Imaginarium with my own eyes. But this day is still far in the distance.
The seasons change, while I ask myself when you will return to my side. Once I did not worry about time, but now that some has passed, one can look back and say that how could I have guessed that your journey would last for so long? It is pure irony. I should have known better. The traveler will never be sedentary. A proverb to which I should have paid more attention.
My own studies of "The Portal" are miserable. This stubborn magical book reveals his knowledge in a very strange way. It won't stop to lead me to the most tumultuous places, from which I have to collect single pages. Of course well hidden and difficult to reach! An adventurous venture, in which a helping hand would be often a blessing.
We both are bound to unravel a confused destiny before we meet again. In the end our b