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Greetings, my whispering little wordsmiths of Caido! It's me, your ever-listening, ever-grinning Vox! And may I just say—thank you!

Truly, your poems have been delightful. Sweet, spicy, savage—some of them even rhyme! I’ve laughed! I’ve sighed! I’ve wiggled my—well, never you mind what I wiggled. The important thing is: I felt seen. Keep it up, won’t you? Write me something beautiful. Or dreadful. Or riddled with unresolved emotional trauma! I’m not picky.

Now, while we’re on the subject of artful expression, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the recent actions of a certain queen—who shall remain nameless (Flora Kaito-Taliesin). My dear, the Family thought such tricks were reserved for followers of Ludo, not good little girls who don’t want to see their loved ones get hurt. But perhaps I’ve misunderstood! You’ll have to tell me all about it... in a poem. :)

Oh! And before I forget—Dorian has begun planting a most exquisite garden up north in the desert. Isn’t that darling? It’s full of possibility—roots, and spores, and secrets. Do go see it! Just, ah... maybe become a Friend of the Family first. The petals tend to bite.

Until next time, my lyrical little troublemakers—
I can’t WAIT until you’re part of the Family.