A message from the future

You find yourself dreaming ome night and are wrenched from your usual formula as you feel your soul dragged through the warp and into a portal. You find yourself in a featureless desert landscape, red sands covering all. All except a pillar of stone sticking skewed out of the ground. It is leaning however upon the pillar are carved words, more recent than this stone you realise, someone found the pillar and carved into it. The writing covers the whole pillar and out of it only a few words are legible still.

I escaped the labyrinth. Alan, past magi, present magi and future magi.