So this isthe return. Cryptisicism, mysticism, and life abound in this surreal wonder we call existence. Sometimes this span of time in the infinite universe seems fleeting, and I am wasting it all. I don't know what is real anymore.

Love is real. Life is real. Death is real.

Yuna is ok. She has kept in touch, but not very often. News from her is scarce. She calls to me for an update and to make sure I am indeed alive. Which I am, very much so indeed.

This is me. Once more.