Dear Oracle,
  The news of your death has reached me, and I am upset to realise that our conversations while overlooking the empire during my yearly visits will never happen again. I will miss your words deeply. You were so young, yet wiser than many of my civilization's elders, a thought that always made me smile.
  I have offered your brother a hundred of my strongest shadow hunters in hopes they can bring justice to your death. When my time comes, I pray I do not find Elysium but instead join you in whatever great afterlife awaits. Save some of your wisdom for me.
  Rest in peace, Enkimdu.