Hey J,

So stuff is real weird. Like reeeeeeally weird. We've gone into the home of a murdered mystic that's been taken over by an angry devil snake lady. She threw us in the basement and, I suspect, expected us to die there. We're not dead yet, instead we're fighting through a bewildering landscape of what looks like purposely incomplete artwork. 

I'm not sure that I really should be, but I'm enjoying it. It's uncomplicated; my friends are here, we're all working together, we're fighting side-by-side and narrowly escaping danger. It's almost fun. I know in my heart we'll either die fighting our way out, or survive and be back in the messy, complicated world, but for now, I guess I'll enjoy the clarity and company while I have it.

Unrelated, has it ever bothered you that we write and send these letters to each other without ever sending them by post or anything. I never really thought about it until I was writing you a letter in an extradimentional prison world and somehow knew you'd receive it.

Also unrelated... or maybe very related. I now feel the light of the Red Star shining on me day and night and filling me with power. 

Also I can fly now.

In summary, everything is fine.

How are you?