Dear Trillium.

The lumbering towers of stone and sediment bare knowledge of a prior life, but the language hidden in the meticulously carved hieroglyphics is out of my range of translation. To draw them would take a time beyond what seems to be available to me, but rudimentary rubbings may reveal enough to the scribes back home. Eight shall be the amount of pages required to cover all that has not been wiped clean by the relentless winds. I shall see to the headmaster if this island feels it can spare its hubris.