My dearest Aveline,
Upon these shores where the moon's reflection dances like fire on water, I trace the outlines of our shared dreams. The sands beneath my feet are a canvas upon which the tides etch your name with every kiss of the ocean.
Each contour of these imaginary lands reflects the contours of the heart—unpredictable and errant. The ink I use, dear Aveline, is borrowed from the stars, and the lines from my soul.
Continue your exploration in the valley's secrets or perhaps return to the mountains' song.
Yours eternally,
Elowen, the Dream Cartographer