A letter from Dec 18, 2024

Dear You. I have a question that you'll see in a while that I would want you to answer a riddle knowing well you wouldn't have the answer anymore. You're in a peaceful grass field, No trees, No houses, No nothing, But a raging storm is brewing and getting ever so closer. Your own shade is growing and getting closer. Ravens start migrating from the storm, you should probably go home. You wouldn't want to fall ill, You just got a new red shirt T-shirt too. What should you do? Anyway. Your poker face in public looks convincing doesn't it.