/kalypso_keep/logs/letter_to_virii.txt

a decrypted message found in the basement of a discontinued morgue

To my Dearest Virii,

I’m typing this the old way. The comms translation modules are offline right now. There isn’t much that stays consistent in this life after all. Maybe not even love. Still, I don’t make too much fuss. I love the wild nature of things and the chaos that begs for a name as it soars over plains. I know it’s seeking homes to call its own. I don’t mind becoming the teeth or at midnight a tender hand beneath. I’ll pull you out through windows and guide you through Blue Hills and over rocky dry meadows never seen.

I’ve had to see it change and as things went to waste. I was their goddess of Hope and Courage, and when I would speak from the depths they would hear the grit. Something like bird notes, a husky restrain without the grace. They called me Queen, they called me Kalypso the Sweet Queen.

I used to meet the goddesses of this land, and sometimes god-men. The god-men were selfish and wanted greed and drink, I slew most of them there in time through sex and poison magick, witchery and spells that I will not begin tell. Yet still many fled and hid themselves well, and to this day it’s lies that their ballads belt.

My sisters, many of them lost their minds, but more importantly—memory. Divinity faded, sincerity stolen and in me forever I would deeply know it.

Exiled, but I swore on their souls I would avenge them completely, I would hunt the god-men and grab their throats with my teeth given me. My tender hand would be brutal and merciless and I would not feel regret for the meting out of justice.

It’s been many thousands of years now. There are still five left, five of those god-men, wicked things they are, and I have been in pursuit through wood and stone, bronze and bone, even the wheel of long ago who’s cycles have gone digital in this age where there’s nothing spiritual.

I have only come this far for two things, to free you and to find them. You have grown up, I can’t teach you more but I will always love you dearly. I do hope to see you again, but as your goddess, I need to face what’s ahead and protect this city instead.

Virii, tell Haplo not to worry, I found them and I will eliminate them. Haplo knows how dangerous this is but I can’t ask them to come with me. I need to finish this or I will never feel at peace to be called your Queen. I am not your goddess as I am your servant, and I leave you now with my warmth and my raging courage.

I love you.

P.S. I left my monowire-mod in the armory. Please don’t cut yourself. It’s yours.

your digital mother,

KLYPS