Aethereal Muses: “Every star I chart, I will name for you.”

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Featured Image: “Array of Stars”, by 画师JW

“I sentence you, to LIFE!” proclaimed the judge. “No!” “Bailiff, restrain the convicted’s memory and transfer them to the Reincarnation Authority for rehabilitative incarceration in spacetime.” “No! No!” the ghost protests. “That’s cruel and unusual punishment!” The couple kneads raw dough into a ball. The special-order giggles sprouting pudgy arms and legs. “Pardon,” the alchemist says, returning. “I may have misplaced an Elixir of Life in the ingredien—” He finds the bakers cooing over a baby. “Oh. Congratulations?” The king fell. In terror, his army faltered before the foe that had slayed him. Yet even as warriors ran, the daughter he’d died protecting took up his shield. Tears freeze in chill night, and alone, a child made queen stands defiant against a fallen angel. I lift the weighty treasure: a crown of solid amethyst. The eyes of tomb-bound corpses witness my self-coronation. Lemurian psychicism fills me. In a breath, I am the queen of a telepathic empire. Then I hear it: The sleeper dreaming darkly in R’lyeh. I scream. “The waitress is rude.” Ju grabs an appetizer. “Yeah, our rangoons are cold.” Dunkel’s face becomes draconic. “Wanna have fun when they return?” She shifts into her feilong features mischievously. “Isn’t messing with humans a third date kind of thing?” The warrior pokes the little coin-man. “This is a toy, not an elemental!” “The only element I had to summon with was a pocketful of copper Kopins.” “And what use is it, sorceress?” “He’s already come back from the mousehole in the jewelers with seven diamonds!” I’m leaving on a space plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh Babe, please don’t say you’ll wait as you grow old Every place I go, I will dream of you Every star I chart, I will name for you But Babe, these relativistic speeds won’t let me come home

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