Spinesreach. Lion of the North. You have made a choice as ill-conceived as trying to stop the wind by blowing against it. In your great folly you have branded as your enemy the Lady Omei, the Imago, Monarch of the Mercurial, She most Chromatic and Melodius. The ramifications of such foolishness have clearly gone unconsidered by those who would make such a choice. So allow Her Court to educate you. She is the Imago, Who weaves the very substance of the Dreaming. She was, and is, the Nightmare, the brightest of dreams turned to the darkest of terrors. She was, and is, the Beast Queen, a Huntress without remorse. To declare Her your enemy is tantamount to declaring war on your own sanity.

The Imago cares not for the reasons you would scramble to cobble together. She cares not for whatever ill-conceived notion put this action into place. But She offers you a chance to correct your great mistake. Revoke this misguided decision, Spinesreach, or She shall unleash upon you such horrors as you could not imagine in the darkest depths of your nightmares. Correct this mistake, Lion of the North, or She names your Chair and Senators Prey. Make the right choice, or She shall remind you why Her ire is to be feared.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 20th of Chakros, in the year 493 MA.