Reika,
As I was writing a letter to you the other day, I remembered that I felt as if the house that I keep seeing in my dreams seemed a lot like the Kuze mansion near our village.
Things such as the large sacred tree roughly in the centre of the dream mansion and its hallway hung with masses of bells bear a considerable resemblance to the stories the adults used to tell us.
But why do I keep having the exact same dream each and every night, right down to the most minute of details? Perhaps it is somehow tied to my memories from when I was a baby.
I believe that you must have had some cause to have gone there before. Does anything about it strike you as familiar?
...No, forget I said anything. It's hopeless.
Part of me feels as though learning the secrets of my birth will do me no good at this point. I feel as if I am doing a disservice to the devotion of my current parents, who took me in as an abandoned child and loved me as their own, and it's not as if meeting my real parents will accomplish anything.
All I want is to know why they could not raise me themselves.
Though I left the village as if a man possessed, thinking I might be able to learn something here, to be perfectly frank I sense that I have come to a dead end. I must be trying to connect even the most trivial of things to clues regarding my childhood.
What I cannot figure out is why I hear your voice calling to me inside the Kuze Shrine, or what might link those two things together. What makes it all the stranger is that this is a place of which I myself have no memory whatsoever.
When I heard you in last night's dream, you sounded particularly sad. I am becoming a little worried that something painful has befallen you. Please let me know what is going on when you have the chance.
Kaname
P.S.
Thanks to me writing you all the time, I have completely neglected to contact my parents back home. I will write another letter later. Be sure to cherish your own parents, too.