At the time I was drafting this letter, there were 7,383,852,034 people on this earth. Among these roughly 7 million people, there's a bunch of people that I consider my tribe.
They are a weird bunch. Some would call them crazy. Some would shake their heads at them.
I call them magical.
By day, some of they are quite ordinary. You might encounter one on your daily commute. At your workplace. At your school. Even in your very homes. They are everywhere.
But by night (Some do manage to sneak in during the broad daylight - How Scandalous!) they are wizards, superheroes, debutantes, super sleuths, dragon slayers, vampires, undercover agents, soldiers, werewolves and even villains.
They are time travelers - twirling into the Regency Era, spying their way through the World War II, volunteering as a tribute beside Katniss, whipping up love potions and charms, immortalizing the French Renaissance in their paintings, falling in love in space, racing around on hover cars in 2056 or saving the universe from hostile alien life forms.