The story so far:
That is the letter I had found on my kitchen counter. After all these hours of reading and rereading it, I still have no idea what to make out of it.
The fabric is like nothing I've ever seen; a smooth, chartreuse substance. Strangely enough, the writing on it is exactly like mine. But the message, I don't remember writing it. Hell, I don't know where I'd ever get my hands on that type of 'paper.' That is, if it can even be qualified as paper..