If you find this letter, you don't need to pass it on to anyone. I don't have any family left to mourn me. My friends have either fled or fallen. Even the people I used to pass in the street or see at the market are gone. Soon, I'll be gone too. But if you find this letter, remember us. Remember me. This was a pleasant enough world once. It didn't have the skyscrapers of Alpha Centauri or the ancient architecture of Bajor, but the fields were green and the forests were vast and beautiful. And w…