To my gifted, dear Pandora,

I couldn’t help noticing your great misery upon having opened a certain jar we left in your care. You must feel–I believe–quite blue at this moment. I’d venture to guess it might even seem to you as if all the evils of mankind are somehow of your doing.

What a weight it must be on your delicate shoulders!

But, my dear Pandora, in your haste to put the past behind you–to close the lid, if you wish–, I fear you missed something rather small and shiny that was probably stuck at the very bottom of the aforementioned vase.

Here you have it, gifted one.

While it might not mend all that is broken, I firmly believe in its ability to bestow upon you the courage to carry on.

Yours sincerely,

A secret admirer on Olympus