Wednesday Whimsy #20
A Postcard from the Cosmos
Previously (Issue #16) the Muse was rattled by our noble galactic wanderer — Issak Beathan, Master Curator of All Things Cosmological. And for a couple weeks she hid from him, not knowing what he wanted … what she wanted.
But last week, the Muse resurfaced and posted a two-page challenge (Issue #19) to the one who seems a worthy opponent — a possible lover? “Darling Issi, …”
Where we come to now is response from the stars.
A postcard was retrieved from an orbiting courier drone—belated, but intact.
Interflection (n.):
A reflective entanglement of two inner voices across time, space, or psyche.
Interflection: Jayla, Untethered
I wasn’t supposed to see it—this exchange between starlit egos. Muse provokes, Issi parries; both are fluent in the ancient sport of implication. But I felt the ripple.
Myth, Issi says, is how we survive the silence between stars. I want to believe that. I’ve spent lifetimes mapping silence. Translating it. Failing to.
What they call myth, I call signal. A pulse that returns warped, delayed, refracted. Still—it returns.
I don’t seek a map. I seek a reply.
And I am no longer afraid to send the first word.
—J.
Now that piques my interest. How about you?
Do you side with the Muse, the Mapmaker, or the one who listens anyway?
Drop a comment or send your own “interflection.” You never know who’s tuning in…
