[A letter arrives to Anathema's residence on a very particular day. Foremost, one can tell that the sender was busy doing...something dangerous or unwise, and perhaps the envelope was dropped, misplaced, or otherwise abused. Regardless, the name and address are intact enough to have made it to its proper destination. Unfortunately, the inside has suffered the same damage, so only fragments of the intended letter can be easily read.
It's a puzzle but unintentionally so, for even though there are a number of telltale signs indicating the sender, what's left of the writing is obviously from the hand of a mysterious third party. And even though the letter arrives on a very specific day, it's hard to tell, even from the remains of the words, what the intention is.
In other words, it's a chaotic disaster.]
M[ ] Falls, PA, February 14th
Dear Anathema,
I hope this [ ] finds you well on this [ ] day. [ ], this holiday seems like [ ] people who pass through our [ ].There's [ ] from one of my favorite operas that [ ]. 'A thousand people may you find like a thousand flowers, a thousand [ ] the wind— here, savored, and gone.' It's not [ ], right?
Your [ ] comes to mind. Like [ ] of a story, you were [ ] dangerous [ ]. A deadly [ ] full of enemies, and without [ ] to help guide you through to [ ]. And yet [ ] you endured all of that to [ ].To some, returning here may be a [ ]. Perhaps even to you, at times, it seems to be [ ] as the circumstances you have survived to [ ]. You are not, nor never shall be, [ ].
Because in spite [ ], we might [ ] and some [ ] as well in these passing moments. Maybe [ ] are the barter we're asked to pay for [ ], as knowing you has [ ] to believe [ ] the fight. May your [ ] filled with [ ]
2/14 → Delivery
It's a puzzle but unintentionally so, for even though there are a number of telltale signs indicating the sender, what's left of the writing is obviously from the hand of a mysterious third party. And even though the letter arrives on a very specific day, it's hard to tell, even from the remains of the words, what the intention is.
In other words, it's a chaotic disaster.]
Dear Anathema,
I hope this [ ] finds you well on this [ ] day. [ ], this holiday seems like [ ] people who pass through our [ ].There's [ ] from one of my favorite operas that [ ]. 'A thousand people may you find like a thousand flowers, a thousand [ ] the wind— here, savored, and gone.' It's not [ ], right?
Your [ ] comes to mind. Like [ ] of a story, you were [ ] dangerous [ ]. A deadly [ ] full of enemies, and without [ ] to help guide you through to [ ]. And yet [ ] you endured all of that to [ ].To some, returning here may be a [ ]. Perhaps even to you, at times, it seems to be [ ] as the circumstances you have survived to [ ]. You are not, nor never shall be, [ ].
Because in spite [ ], we might [ ] and some [ ] as well in these passing moments. Maybe [ ] are the barter we're asked to pay for [ ], as knowing you has [ ] to believe [ ] the fight. May your [ ] filled with [ ]
Your[ ],
Sa[ ]ca ki [ ]il