Dear Trillium.

The only contents of the ship that were still intact were a small silver locket and a barely legible parchment encased in a well sealed golden cylinder, engraved with intricate designs that seem to tell a story of their own. Its story has failed to penetrate the depths of my imagination, as the symbols and craftsmanship are of a professional level that exceeds that of the highest ranking artisans I have had the decency to talk with. I will decipher this, even if it means I will never leave this island.