Dear Annalis,

My journey to the mountain complex is now accomplished. Although it was mainly uneventful it was a lesson in the transportational modes of Neo-Britannia. The first leg of the journey was by Geo-train as I previously stated and the second stage by Zephyr ferry. What came as a surprise and later dismay was the final piece of my trip by suspension bus. I know it is an amazing engineering feat allowing for smooth transport in the rough terrain between the sea and the resort but it would not be my chariot of choice if anything else had been available. The final sixty kilometers from the sea landing to my destination was nearly vertical as the bus made its way to the top of the cliffs and alighted on a high platform skirting the immense complex. Nikolas was there to meet me and he had a small knowing smile on his face as he watched me exit the craft none too gracefully. The last hour created something akin to motion sickness in my equilibrium and I had to move slowly, keeping rapid motions to a minimum until the condition passed. Seeing as I had traveled halfway across the galaxy with minimal affect this reaction caught me unaware. Nikolas said the reaction was common due to the motion of the compensators that stabilize the transport and the change in elevation. He had also experienced the discomfort on his maiden trip to the resort and assured me that I would recover quickly. A good night sleep and something to settle my digestions in the morning was all I would need. He then whisked me away to his quarters before I was able to even look around my new surroundings.

I have now returned to normal as this new day opens and am ready to attack my new environment. I am looking forward to spending the morning exploring the area before Nikolas completes his work and can join me. The air here is amazing. Rich with the smell of loam from the rainforest below and heavy with suspended moisture. I can feel my skin drink in the sea mists rising from the coast below after the parched existence in the desert. I had only a glimpse of the Equine from my high perch before turning in last night as Nikolas did not let me tarry at the disembarkation point.. Luckily the entire east wall of my sleeping quarters is glass and I was able to stare at the creatures suspended form as I fell asleep. I arose this morning to hazy sunlight streaming into the window revealing a far off view of the sea and the rainforest below. Above this scene the Equine hangs, shrouded in mist and vapors. The creature has lost none of its beauty but has transformed into a new vision. I had watched this transformation as I made my way across the sea. The colors have become muted but also are adjusted to new shades not seen in the desert climate. My other senses also have adapted, focusing more on the smell of the sea air and the touch of the salt crystals forming on my skin as I stood on the deck of the ferry. Since my visual perception has been the main focus of my existence over the last few months, I welcomed this return to the use of my neglected organs. Even my hearing seems to have awakened further even though I have spent the months since the concert focusing on this particular function. Listening to the consortiums music while I work, attempting to discover an avenue for this art form in our work. I stood on board the deck of the ferry late into each evening of the journey, listening to the lap of the water against the bow and the far off sound of breaking waves on the shore. The Equine was suspended above me, still and calm but not completely silent. There was an emanation present, a melodic vibration seemingly just out of my hearing. It was as if a heavy drum were being played far off across the water and only the vibration could propagate through the material of the ship. I could almost feel the waves traveling from the Equine, bombarding my skin with ever fluctuating frequencies just out of my audible range. After leaving the ferry and boarding the bus I can no longer detect these signals. I hope now that I have recovered my equilibrium the phenomenon will return. I do not know if it had something to do with the carrier properties of the sea or rather the heavier atmospheric conditions of this region but I look forward to investigating this new form of reaction to the Equine further.

My first visit today will be the Monolith of Contemplation. Nikolas suggested it was the best way to start my experience here. A few hours of meditation to clear all preconceptions and a ritual tea ceremony performed by a native Neo-Britannian to welcome the new visitor. He instructed me to ask for a specific custom where and ancient English spirit kettle is used. They were once heated using a methane burner but now the tea is kept hot by a method designated as vulcanite flame. He would not tell me what this was since the revealing of the heat source is part of the wonder of the rite. Later in the day he will meet me for dinner. He has arranged to cook for me tomorrow and promises a taste of the many delicacies described to me on our voyage over from Earth. Tonight the service will be performed by members of his top staff.

I can feel my mind and body returning to a much calmer place as each day separates me from the conclusion of the creative phase of the Equine rendition. We knew this first stage would require the most energy on my part and I am relieved my mind remains intact after its completion. I believe now that this is the ideal place to regenerate my energy and allow me to continue to the next phase of our plan. I still must turn my attention back to the dream journal but I almost feel I can do that now.

Safe journey,

Victoria