Reminder, girlies that tonight our powers are at their pinnacle. Do whatever sweet dalliances beseeches your whimsy. Gather nymphic power and temper yourself for the winter. Know it true that when frost thaw and nature's madness re-emerges, the 8th generation approaches. More of our kind will be revealed to the lay folk and our visage will be anointed with obsession.

But of our conspiracies, immortal time shall bring them to fruition. Tonight as mother moon, in her autumnal spirits, rises high above this quaint world, remember your heritage. Those normalized in this world, do not forget that you too, despite being of dual kinds, can draw on her power. For our essence still lives with you, even if for many generations you lived unaware of your potential.

I end this message with reassurance. Our power is not fictional...rather unexplored. As the diversity of our kin expands, so will our utility and dominance of this world. Until next time the harvest moon rises, my lovelies...