Nanook,

I, Jinora, write you from my hiding place in the rafters. It's cold up here at night, but to me, it's my sanctuary. Up here, I can look out onto Republic City, look into the hearts of the world, and think upon the many marvels that take place upon our great planet. Reflection is where I find peace, and until my spiritual peace is realized, I shall reflect further.

This is where it starts, Nanook; my journey. Every person has a story to be told, and it is my most sincere hope that I will become the world's voice and unfold their secrets. Every living soul that I've ever known, will know, and will never live to meet, has a story worth telling, and before I die, I shall document as many of their stories as I can. Of course, I cannot tell one person's story in one sitting, nor can I fully understand what any one person feels; but, what I can do is write what I know, write what has occurred, and allow history to take care of the rest.

Now I shall leave you to rest, Nanook. I've already stayed up late enough for my sleep-cycle to be corrupted; I shall leave you until there is a story to be told. I will write you again soon, but until my quill caresses your skin once more, our paths must diverge.

Jinora