I had wondered. We spoke, but she had mentioned being within "the graveyard"... which I can only surmise means she had her life taken from her, wherever she may have come from. But... I suppose this is not entirely strange. Others I do not recognize also know my name.
Indeed, indeed. I suppose we all know by now that life is stranger than we could ever imagine...
But I shan't burden you with these thoughts; 'tis mine and mine alone to sort through. For the now, how have you been, Bradley? It has been an age since last we spoke.
Well... The first time, it turned out what we thought was a lesser moon was not, in fact, ever a moon at all. It was built as a prison for an ancient primal, long long ago, that had eventually been released from its cage.
The other moon was, at our world's creation, devised to be yet another prison, for yet another primal.
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