It seems strange to be leaving. After all, we’ve spent our whole lives on this world, you could almost call it a home. It’s certainly looked after us, at least to some extent.

But once you see signs of decay, you get out of the building before it caves in on you. You don’t stick around and hope it just fixes itself. Same logic applies when it’s your entire homeworld that’s doing the caving. Seems fairly obvious, but there’s some folk who are stubborn. They didn’t want to leave, said their fates were their own to decide, even if that fate was to, well. You know. We convinced them though. They kicked up a mighty fuss, but they got in the balloons all the same. We all did.

And so we’re leaving our little moon for a New Sky. As Himalia crumbles and falls apart around us, we depart for our new home. Khasgar is a beautiful moon, I visited once, when I was very young. I think we’ll be happy there. I think we’ll be safe there.

What’s the worst that could happen?

About the curator - Matt Jenko

Hi my name is Matt, but my friends call me Matt. I’m on the wrong side of 29 (damn I hate it every time I have to update that number), definitely feeling my age, but never felt happier and more content than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been through some rocky patches (who hasn’t) and lived to tell the tale, and boy do I gots some stories.

When I’m not giving opinions absolutely nobody asked for, I’m doing a worldbuilding with my passion project, vivaellipsis. If you like offbeat nonsense delivered through immersive escapism, then go and get involved. Or don’t, I’m not telling you what to do. I’m not yer boss.

I’m a simple man with simple interests. I like Yorkshire tea, the sound of rain on the window, and a bloody good story.