[Delivered by the staff, on a tray: a little plate of whatever Bob's favourite cookies or small cakes are, and a letter.]
The Earth I know is, I believe, very different to yours. There are many factors as to why this is, more than could be reasonably explained in a note, so I will simply say it is a matter of time and monumental devastation. They still celebrate the heart of winter, however. I have not been there in person, but I have seen images of the lanterns they release over The Last City, the gifts and meals they share. They call it The Dawning. A festival of light and hope in the depths of darkness, shared by people who have known Darkness far greater than any winter could bring.
In recent years, the Guardians of the Tower have taken up these traditions. They gift baked sweets to their friends and allies, regardless of whether they partake in the festival themselves. I, myself, have been honoured to receive some.
As such, I send you this in gratitude for your gifts, which were generous, kind, and exceptionally thoughtful. I send it, too, as I believe, from my understanding of your world and abilities, you may have much in common with the Guardians. They have also learned, through much difficulty, to carry and wield both Light and Dark.
My people and I were born of both. So, as I offered guidance to the Guardians, I offer to you: my door is open, should you ever require assistance.
It is also open, should you ever have an interest in keeping me company to watch space movies.
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