Dear Ini!
I am not sure if this letter will reach you but I send it anyway. You are always in my mind because I know you are walking in darkness, tormented and torn between despair and hope. It does not matter what you think, what you wish for or what you should or should not do, you suffer and have recoiled into your shell of loneliness, where nobody can reach you and where nobody is to talk to. Even your own voice has become a whisper too faint for yourself to listen to.
I remember you and your sister, twins that you were but oh so different, that one could only see you both as night and day, moon and sun, snowfall and lava rain. She was the sunflower while you were the white...