So soon after her last public missive, The Witch of Unreality sends out another set of flyers. This time? For one person in particular.

Daughter of Mortyl, Salem.

Quote:

"Hello. This flyer is from Fauste. If you are not Salem, I'm sorry for wasting your time.

I HATE FORUM FORMATTING.

I don't know how else best to reach you. I don't know where the descendants of natural concepts frequent.

I HATE FORUM FORMATTING.

I would like to study you first and foremost. Whether that is to be taught directly, or to actively run experiments on you.

I HATE FORUM FORMATTING.

I've been weaponizing my nihilism for quite some time, but if it is your natural state- that warrants learning.

I HATE FORUM FORMATTING.

I'm told that it's rare for you to care about mortal affairs, which is why if the initial offer doesn't intrigue on its own...

I HATE FORUM FORMATTING.

Then I would like to challenge you instead. One way or another, I need to perfect my understanding of you.

I HATE FORUM FORMATTING.

Please tell me which works best. I am not intending to accept a 'no', however."

there is a chill within the very souls of those who may have picked up one of those fliers sent by fauste.
like a shadow briefly touching upon their heart, momentarily stopping it, but forever infusing them with the sensation of
a p a t h y.

there is no response.
but it's hard to not feel those eyes,
watching

waiting

deciphering

the why.

time is ticking for you, isn't it, fauste?