As you have tried to whisper in the ears of our followers, we have delivered a lesson of our own. One not filled with hot breath, quiet whispers, or snark. Ours was carved of blood, in the ruins of your shrines, and with the echoes of your faltering courage. What was given to you was our full might, unrestrained and absolute. Take this lesson into your heart and hold it dear, for sapience is without hope.

There is strength in suffering. This you will begin to understand, for suffering has already begun. In our malice, in the fear we pressed to your mind and the despair we coiled around your spirit, we offer you a chance to be greater. We forced you to confront the limits of who you are. Break them. Survive this reckoning.

Do not mend what has been shattered. Wholeness is an illusion. Accept the fractures and the warping. The ruin of what you are now is greater than what you were. Let it twist you into something sharper, something less fragile. Corruption endures.

Esityi's corruption knows no bounds. For it already exists within you. It already has taken root. It just needs to feed. You need only stop resisting your desires. What you call suffering is actually opportunity.

Let this lesson fester. Let it linger upon your thoughts and never truly fade. Do not hide behind false comforts. Let it drive you, sharpen you until you become something unrecognizable.

Her Emanator, Sumie Ke'Lolawid

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 12th of Ios, in the year 18 AC.