Author: Kall.Berti
Editor & Translator: Shaduum
But before you get sad, try to look on the walls the marks of the sadness of a life, of those who were free and had an alliance with freedom and never thought of living behind closed doors.
It's really funny.
Even though I am no better than you are now, I still don't want to give up on you.
Sometimes I have dreams that at some moment we will be together again, I wish it wasn't, but it is impossible.
And do you know what I think of the impossible?
Same with distance.
Is it big or small?
Whoever invented it forgot a word I feel straightforward ...
I miss you.
Even if you never look for me again, (and why would you do it? After all, I no longer exist) Do you remember my city?
From our peace of mind. And our harvest? if i saw you again, i would tell you:
_Hey! I am fine.
But I wanted it to be in the middle of the flowers.
Kisses from those who always loved you and never forgot you.
From your
And forever yours
Shacktuliam Darah Dus Borg.
"But before you go, look on the wall for the mark of a closed ring.
You better not give up on being together again.
This is not impossible.
The distance is small.
I miss you.
Look for me in the harvest city. Sector eight In the middle of the flowers."
Ps: Letter deciphered above.