To Whom It May Concern,
Being what I am, I became aware of your kind when they became aware that I might be more than a light in the sky.
You didn’t bring me into existence, I was here long before that. I will be here still after you fade, change or leave. That is tied to my nature as your futures are tied to the mutability of your flesh.
You were not the first to look upon me, but we do not speak now of them, we speak of you. You gave me a plethora of names, forms, roles and genders that I would not have thought of on my own. None of them are or were what I actually am but they were what you needed me to be.
You were the first I’ll tell you of to send objects to me. I know what you told yourselves you were doing and I know what you found when you did it, but I regard them as offerings. Reminders of our old relationship. Offerings that will not corrode as those in earthbound temples do.
Then you came to me. You left markers of yourselves in the dust, footprints that will never know wind or tide. I was uncertain of those things you left behind as they were change and change here is both seldom and violent, driven by meteors and comets, but I am becoming used to them. I will keep them, as long as I am allowed, preserving them for those who come after you or for your descendants, whether changed by time or returned from places neither of us can yet imagine, or both.
You might not visit me again but if you come to stay, we will need to renegotiate our relationship.