A Farewell to the Surface
My Dearest Elara,
If you're reading this, then the passage through the delve was indeed one-way. Don't mourn me. This isn't a tragedy; it's a necessity. We always knew the risks when we chose to see the world for what it truly is, beyond the comforting lies. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.
The air down here... it's thick with forgotten whispers and the echo of impossibly ancient stone. Agartha is more profound than any map can chart, more terrifyingly beautiful than I ever imagined. The mission demands a final push, a sealing of a breach that threatens to swallow the fragile shell of our reality. I am one small cog, but a necessary one.
Remember the sunsets over the Thames? The way the light caught the dust motes in our old flat? Hold onto those moments. They are the anchors that hold the world together. Live brightly, Elara. Don't let the shadows win, not even for a moment. This fight is for those quiet joys, for every ordinary sunrise.
My comms are failing. The buzzing is louder now. It's time.
[Recovered from a sealed emergency drop-box, London Agartha portal entrance.]