If you were ever to come to our country, and meet one of the old sisters, you would be asked to deliver me from one sister to another. The distances between them are vast but I will give you the power to travel. When you become weary, simply rustle my paper, and you will get your strength back.
Of course, you will want to know what I contain, but what ancient sisters have to say to one another is a secret they keep between them. I don’t interfere. I am merely a page that bridges vast distances.