My Dearest Fionn,

Pray, let this message find thee in good health. Alas, I find myself in a most distressing situation, for I am ensnared in a peculiar realm amongst even more peculiar folk. I had a ticket to ride an expedition that I had hoped might illuminate the recesses of my soul, but, alas, my conjecture proved incorrect. With the fervent hope that this missive may serve as a beacon for thee to locate me, my love, I shall narrate the chronicle of my harrowing adventure to the utmost extent of my recollection.

I embarked in this extraordinary land within the bounds of a resplendent coastal city called Lisboa. Subsequently, I encountered a troupe of buffoonish jesters who escorted me henceforth to Cadiz, thence to Madrid, and thereafter to Barcelona.

From that juncture, the wind led me northward to a curious town called Pamplona, wherein I encountered a lady who spirited me away to the enchanting city of Marseille. Regrettably, it is at this juncture that the trajectory of my journey took a lamentable turn. I reunited with the aforementioned jesters, and they conveyed me hence to Zurich, thence culminating in our arrival at Venizia.

My present predicament is grievous, for the jesters have forsaken me, leaving me adrift in this obscure urban enclave. Zanyph's absence rends my heart, and a profound yearning for home envelops me.

Ever thine,

Moyna