Ultraist,

We share a commonality. As time has passed it is the part of You most
neglected. You have forgotten. It is the essence of Truth from which you
were born, the essence We share, stolen and twisted, perverted by Shadow
and given shape in You. I know You, for in You I see both ally and
enemy. I entreat You now as Our land is besieged by these interlopers,
to do as I have and cast off that which fetters You: The cloak of Shadow
by which You obscure Your True self. Come, Ultraist. I invite You to
kneel before My throne. Pledge Your fealty to Me in these last hours,
for it is not too late for My mercy.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Midsummer, in the year 300 MA.