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To Mr. James Wright,
That is your name, is it not? It came to me in a peculiar sort of flashback, a thought in a way. I do not know who you are, but for whatever reason, I am thinking of you. Perhaps you are important to me in a way I do not quite understand? I cannot say I know for certain, but oh well. Let me try and dwell on this thought, for just a brief moment.
Hm… I think I do not exactly understand how this is. Your name is familiar and calls to me in a vague voice I have never heard. All of this fills me with a sense of deja vu, in a way. It is strange! I have never met you, and yet, I think of you. How peculiar indeed.
Now that I think about it more, I think that I might actually know you. Or perhaps, I did know you, but I no longer do? Something like that. I am sure you understand what I am talking about. People have a tendency to drift away with the tides, and eventually, we all get scooped back up into the oceans. Was that what happened with you, Mr. Wright? Did you get returned to the ocean like we all one day will?
If that is the case, then we will likely not meet again. At least, not in the typical way. I have an unwavering feeling we will rejoin in the end, reconnect and become one. So, certainly not the way most people get back together… I wonder why I feel like this? Are you nothing but a concept, or are you a person?
Do I really know you, or am I imagining it all? Perhaps I am just overthinking all of this, which does sometimes happen. I just cannot help but find this all peculiar and strange. Who were you, Mr. Wright? Or, better yet, what were you? Were you a concept or a person? Did you ever exist, or are you just a figment of an overactive and perhaps stressed imagination?
I am still not sure. Allow me to dwell on it a bit more, search the little thought in my head for any other hints…
Wait. I understand now. I believe I understand, at least. I am you, Mr. Wright. This is my old name from a time that must be long gone to me. A time when I was not a Sinistea, but a man. How curious. I cannot say it is a bad name, but personally, I think Thanatos fits me much more than James Wright. Thanatos just has a feeling to it, a weight that James Wright does not have. And besides, I must have changed it for a reason. Whatever the reason is matters not to me. All that matters now is that life will continue on.
So I suppose I will leave this old name and thought to the dust, as I wish to get some tea and not dwell on this for much longer. Goodbye, Mr. Wright. Best of wishes as you become naught but a memory, my old friend and name. One day we will meet again, when the tides carry me back to you.
Sincerely,
Mr. Thanatos