[The person on the other side of the scroll is a greyish blue bird with a red spot on his white breast. Taking the scenery behind him into consideration (the middle of Ponyville), it wouldn't be difficult to guess that the bird, though looking like some sort of pigeon or dove, is actually the size of a large turkey.]

Once more did I venture forth to Ragnarok, to the Battlefield of the Gods, venturing to the Abyss of Madness once more in the Time of Heat. But the ways of battle are harsh. The enigma of 'adult feel' is as yet unconquered. And yet single leafs from a sheaf were reaped.

[This speech seems to make perfect sense to the bird on the other end of the scroll. He's probably the only one it makes sense to.]

It was after congress with the Golden Winged Messenger that my consciousness wandered in the dark void. A Fallen Angel of God in Terra Equi Pulchram. Be wary, lest my Crimson Breast run wild once more.