Dear Toadfoal (https://www.deviantart.com/toadfoal),
Look who emerged from the bog. Not me, oh no, never me. But maybe my alter ego, he would do that for you… Yeah, he might clamber out from my unconsciousness and sit down and type you these sentences. Because to be honest, I am ashamed. I have let you down, and now find it hard to face you. So I sent the other guy. His name is åþæ³€íú¶íþ, and he's really nice, but for now he will speak with my voice. That's also nice, that he's okay with that.
Anyhow, this all started off so promising, until one of us (I don't even need to clarify, it is basically written in the shimmering patch of air we all carry above our heads, the pa