Dear Ulvin,

Once again, you astound rational minds with your uncanny ability to redefine history, even recent history, to suit your personal narrative.

Truly, your capacity for logical fallacy and misinterpretation is enviable. One wonders what it must be like to live in a world all of one's own invention. Lonely, perhaps?

When you are ready to rejoin us in reality, we will be happy to consider what you have to say. Until then, please continue to entertain us with your admittedly creative drivel. As soon as you have anything of substance to say, I assure you that you won't be summarily dismissed.

In Song,
Taelle Starling

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 959 AF.