A scrap tucked into Nia’s Nav Notes:
My Dear Nia,
It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times, times so soon to be buried in the sands and forgotten…
{the words trail off the edge of a torn and burned sheet and go missing, illegible, then pick up again with:}
Gods bless the galaxies
Goddesses bless the stars
A sun-blinded species of travelers
Crashed on a heavenly body
And forgot what they are
Lost, the ship’s Captain, the Grand Father,
God, what a colossal Wreck, waking up late
One day looked up and saw through the sun
& on one moonless night, by the stars
Grew up
& again learned how to navigate
{…illegible text…}
…37 & 38 through the ultra-violet lens
Set The Eye’s sights by the suns’ purple hearts, then
Jump, Jump, & Jump again
The first one takes the most Faith
So, My Dear, if you start to understand —
Stop.
Grab some nia then imagine
How you’d look from afar
Because you’re going to have to find yourself
On a map.
A map. A big map, galaxies big, as in
Start unfolding
Afar, as in
You want to get on to the next star
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
With Love,
Love, Love, Love, and this little purple rock in case you may need it,
Your great-great grandmother,
–Persi
PS- Fill the hold with as much coffee as you can carry and for the Goddesses’ & Gods’ sakes, bring us some art!