Beloved Luisa,
When this letter reaches you, hold it tight. Follow my scent in the paper. Find my image in each letter. For this is the last thing you will receive from me.
Do not send a response for it won’t reach me. Lingayën has fallen. The machines have taken all roads. They have surrounded us, and drones fly over our heads every ten minutes. I have prayed to Ama-Gaolay and yielded to my fate—I will never see you again, beloved.
I gave this letter to Damian who promised me to find trustworthy comrades to bring this to you. Ama Gaolay will take care of it. He will bring this to you along with the whirlwind of my love and my longing to touch you again—my skin over yours—as I wait for the words to fall from your lips.
Beloved, this is farewell. I shall wait for you behind the sun.
With you always,
Arturo