A letter from Feb 01, 2026

I've read every single letter from the day I've started. It was weird because I thought for a second I was talking to someone else, then remembered it was myself. No more people, barely anybody, and none we know. So many people lost only to gain new for as short and simple as few, yet I only cherish one. And maybe that is selfish, but at least we're honest that we will never cherish until the day we lose, and that, is factual. We only fear ***** because we were born knowing only life.