
The bottle is a large, scratched whiskey chamber, miraculously still with remnants of the label on the side.
Pulling the cork, still firmly tucked into the mouth, it makes a plunging sound.
Inside, the paper is damp but not wet. The edges are heavy with moisture, but the text is still clear enough to read:
To the recipient of this letter —
We have emulated your customs, after having observed you for a time at distance. Sending messages to each other through bottles seems to be a not-often used, yet poetic way you have developed over the years to randomly communicate with each other. Though it seems inefficient and haphazard, there is something charming about casting a message to the universe, not knowing if it will ever reach its intended destination.
It seems almost like a prayer to the Gods, to throw a message into the Sea.
We are also trying this prayer channel to see if it might work for us.
So, dearest Humanity, here is our message to you…