Greetings Mr. Skywalker,

I hope this letter finds you well as the last Skywalker in this universe. Being the last one has surely enplanted more courage and strength in your mind as a Judi than you were before. However, some investigations showed us the existence of other universes, where other Skywalkers are still around and we are glad to inform you that our little hide-and-seek game is going to end in no time since we are more interested in exploring the new worlds.

Yours sincerely,

Emperor

That letter whose ridiculous tongue made my entire day appeared on my office desk this morning. I have no idea which mailbox it is supposed to send to, though later it proved it authenticity, in a drastically tragic sense that it chills my bones to frooze every time I attempted to recall the scene.