To whoever finds these letters, I pray that this gift I have given in death will be returned with friendship and trust. I advise you to read this collection of pages with an extraordinary fixation for if one has done so they will be greatly be fitted in life and in death. I am lonely in this place and do not wish you suffer the same fate as I have. I would write this for my family or my friends and lovers but all have passed and I cannot find them. For finding a single individual in this place, is like finding a grain of sand in the tides with no knowledge of where it is or what it looks like.
Understand that I do not write these things for hopes of salvation for I have come to find no such salvation from this place. No, I write these words so that in your time you may prepare yourself and have knowledge so when you come you will not be in the grimness I was. In death, there is no resting for the dead. Only a painful longing to be living again