Sir
Walter Wadsworth Wiggins iii
Maude
& Yellow Girl Mine
Sunnyside
Victoria
Latitude
-36 50’ 00” Longitude 147 30’ 00”
3rd
March, 1860
My
Dear Beatrice,
I
hope you received my last letter, birthday wishes and gift.
The
darkening continues ever so slightly and my condition worsens slowly. It will
gradually become more difficult to communicate but I will continue for as long
as I can.
I
keep seeing them. They appear and disappear as I fade in and out. I wonder if I
fade from view in others eyes as I fade out. I can’t see them, therefore they
can’t see me!
You
must contact the Royal Society of Victoria’s Exploration Committee regarding
the Victorian Exploring Expedition. Baron von Mueller
must be prevented from leading the exploration party. He is needed back here in
the mountains to help me with my work. I am sure that his mathematical genius will
resolve the, to this day, unsolvable differential equation. Once solved, I am
confident that we will see the path beyond Black Monday.
Eleven
must be kept away from him! Whatever it takes.
Q
was here today and amongst the supplies was left a key, a large iron key with a
long shank, an elaborately ornate bow and large symmetrical teeth. I know not
what it is for but think that it may be a message of some type. I have written
a short note to Q and will pass it to him somehow. I must be careful, the
message cannot get back to them.
As
Black Monday approaches, you will witness unusual atmospheric and geological
events. At times you and your sisters will be scared. You will need to keep
them under control and you know better than anyone what they are like. You will
need to be careful around the animals when this happens. Donkeys spook easily
but your banjo playing keeps them calm. This is just a passing phase in the
process and normality will return before the end of days.
With
greatest regard
Walter
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Proxima Centauri
The longest road is paved in code
The stranger is still upon a hill
All bones are thrown to east
The compass is a moving feast
The stranger treads upon the road.
Worms curl about the spiral grass
The stranger feels upon his heels
All bones roll back to west
Equations resolve an allergic test
The stranger reaches the treacherous pass
Icebergs hover where moss won't grow
The stranger drifts inside the rift
All bones are laid to rest
Sounds of different colours quest
The stranger marches through ice and snow
Mountains fall and waves erupt
The stranger shades as moonlight fades
All bones rebuild the body forth
Ocean wall fades into the north
The stranger wades through swamps corrupt
The stranger travels on and on.
The mysterious stranger is long gone.
All that remains are grassy bones
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