Wherein we reach our second stretch goal and notify the Barber
My dearest seekers of truth,
I sit at my Boulle desk, my elbow resting near the tube containing the beautiful original blueprints, and my eyes gaze over the cornucopia of possible interactive items, whose purpose and form I cannot reveal, lest the final dramatic technological marvel of an artifact be ruined. The shear monumental expanse of this pile makes my old soul so proud I worry about its afterlife.
This must be good enough, surely. No! Good enough shall never be the watchword of this organization. We must always strive, and you have now shown me that you are willing to strive alongside us. Just over the horizon I see the possibility of removing one more falsehood from this package, to replace it with the truth. I run my fingers through the lock of imported doll’s hair, bound so prettily in ribbon in its little box, and I cannot help but wonder. If only we could see this through, if only we could rally our closest and dearest to aid us in this further push, imagine what we could achieve!
You have my sincerest thanks for every step you have taken with us thus far. I cannot wait to see how far we can go.
at The Mysterious Package Company.