Greetings Basin and Divine all,

Many of you would not know me, for I was the quiet Merian who would keep
to myself in the self-called "City of Light". I am, by profession, a
dreamweaver, although that may change in the near future.

I was born of the mugwumpi but shed my birthright for the weakened form
of the bastard Merian. In my youth, I was ignorant and vain, and thought
that my understanding of my peers would increase should I take the form
of their own. What a fool I was.

Strangely enough, I did learn to understand Merians a lot more, and what
the New Celest, the cesspool of deceit and prostitution, truly is.

I am against the Serenwilde, not specifically individual Serens, but the
commune. But that is not the point of my message to you, but only the
beginning.

Because of my views of Serenwilde, I mentioned them on the city
aetherwaves. I questioned for the reason of the Star Council and I
questioned for the chosen path of Celest. Because of my "different"
view, I was quickly argued down and stepped on.

However I insisted, I want to learn, I want to know. In the end, it took
the Divine Hajamin to dishonourably silent me with His powers for
wanting to know more.

It proves to me one thing, that New Celest is whelped on a lie - the lie
of the Light. The Light is nothing more than a veil to blind its
"protectorates" of the truth. That the city whores on the truth and the
true nature of the Light and rules in a Dictatorship.

They wish not the views of the citizens, unless they run alongside the
views of the Council themselves.

In an even blinded dishonour, unenemied to New Celest, I wander into the
Water Plane to do a bit of personal bashing. The propaganda of the city
incite the citizens to run against me, when I was doing no harm and was
not expecting an attack.

Open your eyes Celest, and see what filth you have become.

In disgust and bearing the scar of the mark of Meridian,

Ancel
Dreamweaver

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Klangiary, in the year 115 CE.