Miss Reika Yukishiro,
I hope, as always, you are doing well. Although it is the end of autumn, the weather here remains very warm.
Over the past few days, I have begun to have very peculiar dreams. In them, I am wandering, all alone, throughout an old mansion which appears to have existed for many generations. And not only once, either; I seem to be returning to the same place over and over.
Despite it being a splendid old building far more impressive than any of the houses in our hometown, something about it feels nostalgic to me. Could it be the mysterious marvel of dreams which makes me feel this way? It seems like the sort of thing that everyone experiences once or twice in their lives, but the impression it leaves with me upon waking is so vivid that I could not help but write it down.
Please be sure to give my best regards to all of the people to whom I was unable to say my farewells when I left the village. True though it is, as you say, that my lack of knowledge regarding the circumstances of my birth has at times pained me due to my position, I still feel an indescribable affection for the place in which I was brought up.
If it is all right with you, I should be glad to hear how life has been treating you recently, too.
Kaname Ototsuki