Mortals and Immortals alike,

I have returned. Not with My usual flamboyance or My prankish nature.
Not with My giggles or My base humor.

I am Me, and yet somehow I am not Me. My Sister will have to let Me know
if even the Immortals can age, for I am filled with such a hunger that I
cannot explain and I feel so very different.

What has happened to Me? Why do I no longer care for the playthings of
My childhood? The sight of things that once filled Me with gaiety now
bore Me, and the absence reminds Me of nothing but this hunger.

There is nothing but this hunger for Me. I renounce all, My patronage of
all, My associations of all. For now I shall feed on this hunger until I
am sated.

To all the lands of Aetolia, near and far, I say this:

You bore Me.

Khepri, the Mirthful

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Arios, in the year 180 MA.