In the time it takes to bake a fresh apple pie, take a walk, and drink a few cups of coffee (with a splash of Irish whiskey), there comes a reply to your post. Yes! Finally!
"None are equipped to retrieve from the depths we may sink... somewhere next that lower exit of Athiel's pools of uncertainty," it opens. "Doors into Beta-verses... expansion mirrored along vertical dimensions can be difficult..."
You don't really understand what they mean. For a long time, you stare at the keyboard, wondering if you can even respond to that, wondering how it relates to what you wrote. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe there is... you... I... am you... as you are... band on the run... Sailor Sam?
Another drink.
In the end, you just... keep waiting... for a new reply...