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[The first sentence is very slowly written, as if the writer is reluctant. The letters are a bit shaky, made by someone who’s unfamiliar with this setup. Letters are compact and squarish - the “tail” of p, for example, is very short.]
I have chosen to call myself Sylvar.
I have been wondering.
Solitude on this world does not seem to be without its dangers. Perhaps solitude is not the right word. Perhaps tranquility is, or peace, or something else altogether. I feel that I should be able to find it within myself, no matter the conditions, but I find I cannot. I must know if there is a truly quiet place here that is safe.
I also desire clothing that could hide my face. Perhaps a hood, or a headscarf. I have seen many items designed to protect from the cold, and I have availed myself of some, but they are designed to show the face.
I have chosen to call myself Sylvar.
I have been wondering.
Solitude on this world does not seem to be without its dangers. Perhaps solitude is not the right word. Perhaps tranquility is, or peace, or something else altogether. I feel that I should be able to find it within myself, no matter the conditions, but I find I cannot. I must know if there is a truly quiet place here that is safe.
I also desire clothing that could hide my face. Perhaps a hood, or a headscarf. I have seen many items designed to protect from the cold, and I have availed myself of some, but they are designed to show the face.