Fiction

From Here to Violet Stardust

The invitation.

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The invitation says:

Stalactites drip magic from the caves of the moon
We sing of golden pathways and of golden secret rooms
If you are joining the illusion, come soon!
Turn left by the Hydrodot grove, two blocks down, just beyond the pheasant plumes.

Your thoughts?

A. You know exactly what you’re wearing to this. You get ready quickly—you’re an expert at throwing together the perfect outfit—and head out the door.

B. Doesn’t really sound like your thing. You grab your air-skate board and head to the park.

C. Sounds kinda cool, but it mostly reminds you that you have a whole list of things to explore, and the beach is at the top. So that’s what you set out to do since there are going to be such gorgeous sunsets tonight.

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