I was young when I died.

My world was not your world, but it was a real world, and I was a real person in it.

The ancient DNA analysis — the drilling into the skull, the extraction of bone powder, the sequencing and analysis and comparison — was the act of reading the letter.

The letter had been waiting for ten thousand years.

The reader was humanity in the twenty-first century, equipped with machines and methods that could finally decode what the DNA had preserved.

What the letter said changed something.