《Lapis & The Planet of The Fae》


 January 1st, January 13th, January 23rd

    January 1st, 2055.


    Fae-wood crusted with pink illumis. Bright sheen, a soft iridescence in the dead of night. The forest is humming with a whisper. It is alive again. Alive again, but heck, the softest ambience yet. It is all stabilizing, I think. Or rather, I hope. Glowing flurry of specks. Reminds me of fireflies back home. Can see the Sun in the sky, so far. It¡¯s so far. I remember seeing it up in the sky everyday, the rays scorching my pupils a bit too strong. Now she¡¯s just a speck in the sky, like you are, Magnolia. Fae-wood¡¯s pretty and all, but not as much as you are. Still have your grandmother¡¯s watch. You know how you always say it¡¯s 1855 vintage? Two hundred years old, this year. Wish I could see that ball drop back home.


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    Lapis Lazuli.


    January 13th, 2055.


    Spent all day today thinking about Toby. There isn¡¯t a day where I don¡¯t think of our sweet boy. How is he? Does he miss Mama Lapis?


    Tear-strained regards,


    Lapis Lazuli


    January 23rd, 2055.


    I¡¯d have so much to tell you, Magnolia. Damn it! Someday, when I come home, I''ll show you all of these letters. Each and every single one of them. I¡¯ll read them to you and Toby and we¡¯ll be proud of how I came back from CUA-MX1 alive, after two years of radio silence. I¡¯ll read them to you and Toby and we¡¯ll be proud of how I found the cause of the radioactive outbreak, and Mama Lapis saved the desolate world. I¡¯ll read them to you and Toby and--


    Really, Magnolia. I realized something. All I want to tell you is that I¡¯m alive, and I¡¯m somewhere out there. And I¡¯m coming home for you and Toby no matter what.


    With love and hopefully a bit of transportive magic,


    Lapis Lazuli

 February 2nd, February 4th, February 7th, February 8th

    February 2nd, 2055.


    You¡¯re not going to believe it. Mr. Ubudzu informed me of a new mission, finally! There¡¯s hope, Maggie! Lapis is c?oming home!? We¡¯re going to get to the bottom of this biohazard and we¡¯ll be back before you know it, Magnolia.


    Suitin¡¯ up!


    Lapis Lazuli


    February 4th, 2055.


    I met a f?riggin a?lien, Magnolia! I met a flippin¡¯ live alien! Yeah, I know what that sounds


    like. Crazy Lapis trapped on a deserted planet having delusions. Sounds like a reasonable assumption. Hear me out, first, though. She--the alien, I mean--was exquisite. (The research team has gendered the alien as female, so I refer to her using female pronouns)


    You won¡¯t believe it, but she had wings sprouting out of her back! Here¡¯s what I wrote in my field journal:


    Live ?Faenamita clayarus ?sighting at the Fae-wood Acre 333. Evidence of bioluminescent properties, further corroborated by trails of luciferin and magnesium compounds. Illumination of spectral hues: most notably magenta and purple. Upon closer inspection, noted specimen of Faenamita clayarus i? s oddly anthropomorphic. Inquisitive stare, four limber limbs, complex phalanges. Can¡¯t rule out the possibility of sentient species.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    I ran after that alien, but it could f?ly?! It darted through those Fae-wood trunks and zipped through the glowing leaves (the ones we can¡¯t touch, remember,) and we lost track of it. I fear we are getting closer to the epicenter.


    Warmest regards,


    Lapis Lazuli


    February 7th, 2055.


    We¡¯ve been moving quickly through the Acres, Magnolia. Not much time to write letters.


    Other than that, though, no new news. My mother used to say no news is good news, but right now it really isn¡¯t. We need to find the radioactive fallout if I¡¯m going to have any hope of seeing you and Toby.


    With haste,


    Lapis Lazuli


    February 8th, 2055.


    Today we passed by the ¡°Mother Tree¡±, as I had previously dubbed it, of Fae-wood Acre 493. As beautiful as the last time I described it to you. Trunk¡¯s hue is as deep as obsidian, butwithout the smooth cleaves. Thousands of deep-set wrinkles, thousands of bioluminescent Faeshinno macabre ?and ?Faeshinno remac l? ight up that deep-set color, with magical teals and rose-shades. Countless leaves, way too hot to touch, scattered up in the sky. One of the leaves expired and fell, just as I was doing my routine testing. It fell into my lap, and like other expired Fae-wood leaves, was of no use. Dull, cool, and devoid of the magic of the Fae-wood trees.


    Wish I could share this all with you,


    Lapis Lazuli