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.
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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