Three days ago, I decided finally to start my adventures in Eorzea again. I left at an inopportune time, while the First was still fighting against her fate.
The desolate, sterile land. Barren of life. It was time to finish it. But while I traversed the desolation, and looked at the bleak sky, I couldn't help but think of older times with old friends.
Upon returning, most of the friends I met through my previous run had moved on to new pastures. The old times were gone for good. I would likely never see them again.
Such is the nature of community. Fleeting. While many people I loved disappeared in the past, it is not something that I have become numb to. To think of the past always leads to sorrow, especially when you think of the friends.
Having had enough of my own brooding, I acknowledged the memories, then sought to forge new memories and move on.
But then from the abyss emerged a memo. One containing a recount of one of my old adventures with an old friend. Dated back to the first month I played. A perfect recount of a day that I remembered, deep in my subconscious. I was in awe that such a recount existed, and even more that my previous time there would be remembered by one other than me.
To read it was to relive one golden memory of the past.
Mobz Ix, my fellow dragoon. I have discovered your blog entry, half a year later. I don't know if you'll ever see this memo, but I want to thank you for our time together, and I want to thank you for allowing me to relive my time with you through your writing.
Wherever you go in your life, I wish you the best.
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