Dear Madame Mary Shelley,
It is with utmost respect and adoration that I write to you from the future. You’ve been dead for many years, a fact I seriously doubt I need remind you of. However, your influence continues to affect the eyes and ears of those thirsting for a good story. I always loved the old tales. Gothic monsters and such. Frankenstein has become a classic and while I admit I haven’t finished your novel the whole way through, I adore your creativity and your ability to delve in the moral gray and beautiful-yet-dark.