My name is Johannan Boaz, I am leading an expedition of twelve men into the mountains, early expeditions proved fruitful, so be my mark foolishness. For if you are reading this letter, it means I have gone missing with my men.
I beg, do not come looking for us.
May God save our souls.
Johannan Boaz, 1634
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With twelve I travel, into mountain peaks
To find the womb to lead us passages below
Whipping wind cutting at cheeks
But stop, they inquire for why,
To ahead of sky I point to fiery mist ahead.
Meeting gaze of thirty eyes
Gift to see, lays Eden
A fog distance away.
Twelve afoot of this misty pass
To stand before the passages below.