I’d probably either think this “important letter” is too much work or a hoax.

Because it is a letter and not just an email or text, I’d probably read the message. However, if saving the world required me to buy stamps at a post office and send a letter in return, you could count me out.

The only way I could convince myself it was really me is if I yanked myself into a fitting room at a Walmart or something.

****Attempt below****

I flip through the mail, scanning for my name. Between bank statements I find a shiny, velvet, black envelope with a white rectangle in the middle, addressed to me. I check the corner to see where it’s from and I’m surprised to see my own name written again in shiny gold, clear as day, along with my own address. I tear it open, assuming the mistake is indicative of spam. I must’ve given my email address to one of those sketchy sites that try to get people to sign up for their credit cards.

Nope.

Pink and white confetti drop from the baby pink card before I have the chance to open it. The front is blank. I open the card and as I pull the front further to the left, the hair on my head stands straight up as if I had touched a balloon. If that weren’t freaky enough, the words on the pages glow. And there’s a tiny mirror in the card.

Tbc(?)