Miss Reika Yukishiro,
I hope you are well as always. Autumn is drawing to an end here, but the weather is still very warm.
I've been having a quite curious dream these past few days. I find myself wandering, all alone, through an old manor that seems to have been standing there for many a generation. This isn't a one-time occurrence; I seem to return to the same place over and over.
It's a grand old house that could never compare to the one where I was brought up, yet something about it feels so familiar - perhaps that's what makes the dream so strange. I'm sure everyone experiences this once or twice, but even after I awoke the impression it left on me was so vivid that I thought I may as well write it down.
Please give my regards to everyone I couldn't properly say goodbye to when I left the village. Like you say, from my standpoint I have suffered due to not knowing the details of my birth, but I still feel an affection I can't put into words for the place where I was raised.
If you don't mind, I would like it if you would tell me how things have been for you lately, too.