This single sheet of parchment was kept dry in a sealed wine bottle. It bears a personal message.
I understand now. You are stuck here, too, aren't you? It makes sense, why these bottles find their way back to me time and again.
I did not fully understand the mystery of your words, not until I wandered up to the mountain peak. I did not dare to make the descent as the day grew late, and dangerous creatures lurk in every shadow. You were right, the sunset is most beautiful from atop these ruins. Tell me, where can I find you?