FIELD POST · 01 · FROM NIKARO
Dear whoever found this—
I was tasked with catching fugitive inklings and committing them to sentences on paper before they evaporate. Some days I feel like a sad detective with a heart of ink. I chase their shimmering tails through the margins, hoping I can pin them down long enough to save them. They vanish too fast, but I try. I am small, I am tired, and I still believe in paper.
Yours in wet ink, Nikaro