Dearest Wilhelmina,
In this time of monsters and madness, I have learned many terrible truths that I feel shall haunt me until the day I am reclaimed by the soil. Yet, amongst all the knowledge that weighs my heart and catches my voice, none chills me so thoroughly as my most recent revelation.
It is beyond belief, but that which I now see before me is in no way the sweet cream butter I enjoyed as a child.
Creator have mercy on us all.
With fondness,
Maize Butterworth