“Raord omple liciou. Esno arto rist, hega ovew, tantl arscot. Chydry sinua epshe usco uses hasgo. Sabou sofa vet iddle, sasha. Erchi erli derab tyoffi, mew rett. Aysdre nicoolour, orwi, hapla edcamble, arsacvere ilk. Nisre blefo anagi. Reque sab. Stoft angbu, cularl yarec, erin gath, ikean berof satas gejac: asne verbee tosp.” The glove woman said.

My Dear Parent,

The Glove Woman appears to have touched your mind. You may feel perfectly fine but others can see that you are becoming enmeshed in the Machine. Something may have already crept into your brain. You must know that the game is just the surface. Please leave this wretched tree before it’s too late.

(The other alternative is that you are entirely mad, in which case I do hope it isn’t genetic.)

Yours concernedly,

An Offshoot