You sent me out here as part of my duties caretaker.
And now i write to you after walking these dunes for a few days.
I already miss leaving you all behind at the Temple-Foundry.
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The smell of acrid smoke is lingering in my nose still along with the screams that will haunt me for years to come.
Whilst you sent me here to help spread the Architect's glory and flame.
I have been only able to witness the shadow of the destroyer reigning free here.
The first city i found has had its beautiful walls and hopeful people residing under their decorated roofs ruined. There is nothing but rolling fire and smokestacks.
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I will not be coming home by the end of the year.
After the genocide i have witnessed.
After all of the heresy against the Architect's works.
I will be staying, to tend to what little embers of hope remain in these lands.
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For is that not our task as Forgetenders? Is it not what the Architect expects of us?
To rebuild what is lost and to make it greater than before?
I wish to help these people. They've suffered immensely. And the more i learn of this land, the more i see much is needed to be done.
Yours faithfully, Igneous