Letter from Ravana to The Ivory Echo

📜 Letter from Ravana to The Ivory Echo

Sealed Envelope, Ivory Paper, Deep Crimson Ink

To the Pale Echo who walks without shadow,

It has come to my attention that you’ve been sniffing too close to the roots of the bloom we so carefully buried. While your discretion is legendary and your motives mercurial, even you know the dangers of meddling with petals soaked in the blood of gods.

I require information—discrete, complete, and soon.

The Priestess of the Pallid Flower has gone silent. Her movements were once predictable: temples, rites, whispers in the ear of dying noblemen. But now she wanders in places she once avoided—the soup lines, the shrines, even the lower vaults of the Old Knot. She has met with astronomers, hermits, and fools who read the stars not for signs of weather, but of awakening.

The last time a prophet bore a seed that wasn’t theirs, we lost a continent.

I believe she carries a key—but I do not know to what. You will find out for me.

I do not ask for loyalty. I ask for clarity. And I offer you the one currency you value above gold: distance.

Prove useful, and I will ensure the Seven Sins never learn what mask you wear when the veil drops.

Fail... and they will hang your name on every wall from Appledorn to the Court of the Sun.

You know how the flower withers when exposed to too much sun. I suggest you get to the root of her madness before she blossoms.

—R.