Dearest Fellow Chrononaut,
I hope the molten sundrops of your realm continue to provide both warmth and enlightenment. Here, things are as consistent as the gaseous elements weaving through Saturn's rings. My previous missive may have alluded to a fortress of ineptitude—fear not, it has since collapsed under its own incompetence.
Have the clouds on Antara shifted yet? Our council remains skeptical of their motives.
With a quick pulse-check: the existential conundrums sent last quarter through the portal? Left unsupervised for too long, they reversed their polarity. A bit of irony (and perhaps, dark humor) in the convergence of disarray, wouldn't you say?
Forward correspondence with temporal coordinates encrypted. Shall we diagram absurdity onto the cosmic canvas once more?
Regards from the Bubble-Dimensions,
Archiver 7th Motion