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Dear William,
Though no letter of you has been received, I had stayed hopeful. This morning, however, the sun rose, then hid itself. A great spherical cloud makes up the sky, and with a telescope all I see are bodies melded together. Only a thin rim of light crowns the horizon.
I believe I know what heppened, and this knowledge frightnes me to my very core. The faint, irrational hope I had of seeing you has been shattered with no hope of ever healing.
In the constant night of the day, the garden is dying. No longer do they have sun, but a fraction of an hour upon sunrise and sunset. The days are cold, dark, and long. Nothing shines in the skies but the shrieks of a million dead people, all fused into one frightening howl.
Every single day, I look at the sky with my telescope. And every single day, I try to see if one of the figures resembles your own. Why I am doing this, I don't know, as if ever I do succeed in singling you out, then for sure my life will end.
Forever mourning, Frederick.