Void Letters

> "A charred piece of paper sits on the floor, it's blacked and ragged but it appears to have scrawly handwriting on it. It seems as if it was written in a hurry." - The arrival of the first letter written by The Prophet.
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### Source

Void

Letters from the void typically arrive by themselves or are discovered by deciphering one of the many void puzzles. It is unknown why The Prophet coded the letters.

## Letter from The Prophet 1

> I failed.. someone tampered with my scrolls.. but I still live, I'll keep trying. This place is hell, I cannot stay anywhere long. More messages to come.
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## Letter from The Prophet 2

> What is time? What is void? What is love? Baby do not hurt me. This place is worse than I had thought, I've been running for weeks from dark, shadowy creatures. I run through forests of dead trees and brown grass, through cliffs of bone and under a sky without a single twinkling star. There are things here, I must post this quickly before they catch me, I do not know if they are human, I do not wish to know.
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## Letter from The Prophet 3

> I have not seen the shadow things for what feels like days. Have I lost them? Are they hiding? How do they exist in a world without light? Were they the ones singing? There is no time to waste on those matters, I must find the House, I must find the answers to the cake problem I shall worry about the shadows later...
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## Letter from The Prophet 4

> The shadows are still nowhere to be seen, you'd think that I'd be able to rest but I cannot, my very soul screams at me to run and to hide, to curl up in a ball and die. But I cannot, I must find the House. The field I'm crossing is wide and far reaching, inky blackness in a void without a star. But there's something in the distance, something large and moving, something that doesn't seem to be approaching but that is. This spell is getting harder and harder for me to maintain as this place is starting to sap my strength, my cake have mercy.
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## Letter from The Prophet 5

> Hello and salutations. could you spare a moment for an incantation? just a bit of time and an open mind, lets begin "home is where the cake is yet to the dark zone I must go, in search of the fallen, with zeal in my heart, chaos and discord I sew."
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## Letter from The Prophet 5.5

> The Void will be Breached by the Faithful of Cake, once they speak the Words they'll connect the Worlds.
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## Letter from The Prophet 6

> I finally can rest, though I've hardly been given a choice. The walls here are damp and covered in an odd mould, it's a deep grey and seems to grow overnight. I fear that should I stay, it will one day overcome me. The door is a classical one, very old school if by old school you're thinking of iron bars and heavy padlocks. The man at the otherside faces away from me refusing to engage in any form of conversation. I believe they wish to execute me tomorrow.. it's a pity, I'd have liked to rest a little longer...
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## Letter from The Prophet 7

> Im still here. Stuck in this cell.--. If by stuck you mean tired and resting or even sleeping But no I must wait and wait and wait...- Ive been so tired lately that even this small. bit of rest is what I need--. If only I hadnt tried to cite cake That didnt make them very happy If only they thought I was just a rouge or a thief But no I must prepare for the day coming..--- Im sure theyll come to regret ruining my rest-...
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## Letter from The Prophet 8

> Damn heretics. At least destroying their temple was fun, a rare time for me to have as much fun as I wanted. Onwards I must go, there is nothing here and nothing before me. There is nothingness all around and that gives me something. I walk now through a valley of tall trees and silence, their leaves blocking out much of the little light this place has. I have an encounter of great importance before me, if it goes well.. then maybe I'll have a quicker way of closing this acursed place.
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