A response letter you wrote on behalf of Phainon to the fairy pen pal, sharing wisdom and advice.
About Repairing
Dear Mifamem:
Dear friend, of course I'm Phainon! Born in Aedes Elysiae, I'm the son of Hieronymus and Audata. Well, my family bonds nearly ended the day I left the wheat out in the rain when I was eight. Let's just say a parent's tough love is a form of love nonetheless. Likewise, maybe the village chief was just worried that you'd be scammed. A little caution never hurt anyone, after all. / Firstly, Phainon is known as the Deliverer. I've saved plenty of worlds myself. Also, quite a few people have said — publicly on multiple occasions, mind you — that I bear a striking resemblance to Phainon. And finally... Phainon has never denied that I am him. Therefore, this proves that I am Phainon himself.
I once journeyed to an ancient land where people lived on ships. Their homes adorned with vast, resplendent sails, gliding across the void. They had a unique philosophy of woodworking — using interlocking mortise-and-tenon joints to build structures of astonishing stability. Perhaps that might inspire you when fixing your mailbox. / Mailboxes outside your door may break... but email never does! Even fairies like you need a little tech boost to keep up with the times. Email is a transmission system that delivers messages from one server to another address through certain agency protocols. Now that you understand the basics — why not give it a try?
Fixing things isn't hard. Sanding, carving, shaping. It's a lot like practicing swordplay — composed of countless extremely simple moments.
Best of luck, partner! / When your fingers trace the grain of the wood, you start to feel what it feels... And when you disassemble the decaying wooden board to paint it anew, you're giving it another chance at life.
There's only 99% ink left in this pen, so I'm gonna stop here for now!