Let the Forest grow

Let the forest grow

In the grove was magic

Off my fingertips

Ringing out the call of the tribe

‘Neath the wheels of time

Where the Great Trees climb

I will come out to play

Finish off enough of my work today

To finally enjoy you

Elyria, Elyria,

Heaven awaits you my darling

Elyria, Elyria

If you listen close, you can hear me calling.

Far away

Is where my path will take me

So far away

Tukka, can you hear me?

The rains are coming through

I might not be waiting here

I need to follow my scar to the fires of Vesuvius

Oh mountain, won’t you teach me a bitter lesson

I’ve been trapped alone

In sweet Elyria

Elyria

(I need to follow my scar to the fires of Vesuvius)

Elyria, Elyria

Is where my heart is beating

Instructed by your purple star

You better not be deceiving

Oh Elyria

[Lyrics] by Malachy Duffy

Artwork by @leandro_seva in collaboration w/ Conor Duffy

Julian Afterjoy - Image by leandro_seva & Conor Duffy - All Rights Reserved

3/1/4020. TAZ-ABALONE. THE CHALKY ISLANDS.

Oh to swim in sun and dance all day, here is where I’ll stay.

The groaning rocks, and creaking docks - have all but had their say.

And from afar, a shooting star, was spotted in the night!

Glowing red, just before bed - a beacon taking flight.

Oh where, oh where, has Orion gone? He’s left us here, with sinking sun.

To find the Starmother at last? Or just to vanish to the past.

And now the star, it takes its plunge, as I lay down to sleep.

And as I snore, it sinks towards, the fathoms of the Deeps

-D.V.

10/18/4019. The Guz. Cell Block 420A. Cell 325. Day of Captivity: 3,068

To my dear friend and brother - Luther,

You always did have the stubbornness of a scientist. Bloody mule. But when you climbed into the Altessa that day, it was I who felt the fool. Perhaps we are both fools, in the end, for we were duped by Him.

There is not much to report here. The food is for shit, and the bloody cockroach wiffies won’t stop chirping war hymns when I try to fall asleep. I still cannot quite remember the events leading up to my arrest. Only flickers, now and then. Something to do with The Scar.

For a moment, I had it. I had it Luther! You cannot know the glory of that moment, and I will remember it as long as I live. The warmth of that memory has driven me to near madness, for I fear I will never know it again. But there is a hope, small but potent, that my servants shall again locate IT, and return IT to ITs rightful owner. Even as I write, the servants of the purple sun are roaming the Seven Jewels, searching for that which the faithless have forgotten.

I hope that you are well Luther. I do not apologize to you for the way we parted, though it was regrettable. But sometimes sacrifices must be made. Continue your search - there are many mysteries surrounding our current situation, and many of them may be unraveled by science. But at the core of our difficulties lies a world where the mind cannot go. I hope you remember that before the End.

I know that you may detest me, but if enough time passes, and you feel inclined - seek the Deeps of Taz-Abalone. Find the one they call Dol-Violetta. She may have some information that is of interest to you.

Yours, in the stars

A.F.S

9/4/4019. Deep Space. 55-001-005-48-781-781. The LoveStar

The following message is an AI-generated thought-to-text transcription. This message may contain missing words due to radiation interference.



SOS

I repeat: SOS

Is anyone out there?

This is <???????> sending an SOS from <???????>

I am going down. I repeat, I am going down.

Luther, if you’re out there, I have found the <???????>, but <???????> mistake. 

<???????> <???????>  Energy Poison - <????????????> arteries and I can feel it <???????????> heart cavity.

There is a dark <?????????> pursues me. I was able to escape through The Scar, which <??????> could not pass, but <?????????????> the pull of his gravity

The <????????> severely damaged. I have lost engines 1 and 3.

I think I am somewhere in the Outer Rim, but I cannot be sure. 

Luther! If you can hear me - I am locking <??????????> in The Hold. The <???????>  MUST NOT GET IT!!!

LUTHE————————