If you would find it in yourself to return that page to me here in D'ni, I could go to Myst, and bring justice to my sons for what they have done. Oh, I pray you believe my story above the lies that my sons have told you. I cannot return without that page-you, my friend, can bring that page to me. Of course, I could return to Myst, except they removed a single page from my Myst Linking Book. Their own mother-they used their own mother-Oh, my dear Catherine!-to lure me here to D'ni. I had no idea to what extent their greed had… had… progressed. They begged for access to those books and I, of course, denied them. Their imaginations went wild they dreamed of riches and power! Of course, they did not know the books were traps. I had not told them about the red and blue books. My sons, Sirrus and Achenar, we had many journeys together. But I had no idea my own sons would be entrapped. I wrote those books to entrap over-greedy explorers that might stumble upon my island of Myst. Oh, but the red and blue books, those were different. It's an Art I learned from my father many years ago. Oh, I wrote many books, many books that linked me to fantastic places. I fear you have met my sons, Sirrus and Achenar, in the red and blue books, on Myst Island, in my library, my library…. Where should I begin? Oh, perhaps my story is in order. Oh, I have many questions for you, my friend, as you, no doubt, have for me. Who the devil are you? D–Don't come here to D'ni-not yet. Oh, and… and erase this message after you've viewed it, just to be safe. And, don't worry, Catherine, everything will be fine. If you've forgotten the access key, remember the tower rotation. You shouldn't have to use the books until I return, but…. Ah, I should have known not to have left my library unchecked for so long! Well, I've removed the remaining undamaged books from the library and placed them in the places of protection. I suspect Achenar, but I–I shouldn't leap to conclusions. I know that my apprehensions might never be allayed, and so I close, realizing that perhaps, the ending has not yet been written.Ĭatherine, my love, I have to leave quickly. Still, the question of whose hands might someday hold my Myst book are unsettling to me. I have tried to speculate where it might have landed, but I must admit, however- such conjecture is futile. It continued falling into that starry expanse of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I realized, the moment I fell into the fissure, that the book would not be destroyed as I had planned.
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