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The Aewulnum Flowerets of Chuvushia XII (Fragmento) Versión completa se encuentra en el blog de Interesante.
In this ero-poetic, sci-fi, symbolical adventure, a Peruvian space-freighter pilot in the year 2146 tries his best to keep the promise he made to his mother of planting her favorite flower on the planet he is being sent to colonize, Regnius V, with a hoard of embryos and robots on his ship to aid such an endeavor. Priorities, however, are shifted elsewhere and matters become worse when his set course is altered by an unforeseen catastrophe and he is forced to veer toward a floral planet with peculiar, female inhabitants. Will he keep his mother's promise? Or will he succumb to what nature has deemed is his fate?
JEREMY SANTIAGO LÓPEZ
“Only the wise find knowledge in the olden embellished unknown.” –Lieutenant Eduardo Benítez Negrón, 2138. In the faraway, nebulae-wreathed, mauve-stippled galaxy of Dendrobium Orchid’s Reach, suspended just next to its twin, coiling sister galaxy, Rhododendron’s Atonement X, one may just find mankind’s last and greatest redeemer to be one Peruvian-native flower in its humble, ceramic pot of fertile, nutrient-rich dirt. By it, within a tunnel of light and a tunnel of darkness, light prospered, light became. This flower required only water, but an ounce of it, and the scorching, embracing warmth irradiated by the primordial suns of the three, amalgamated astral systems at about the galaxy’s edge. All systems lacked a habitable planet to call their own, occupied only by just those three, forlorn, outwardly taciturn, enflamed, cerise-hued gnomes of suns and some uninhabitable, indigo gas giants like the likes of Jupiter and Saturn from the Earthen solar system in The Milky Way.
I In truth, all except for one of the planetary structures, specifically the Bouvardia Cluster—where Chuvushia XII, the avowed, lost garden of Eden was— was easily decipherable by the naked eye because of its amethyst-tinted masses of land upon its cortex blended with its bluish-purple, beige and ample oceans, its blushing clouded atmosphere surreal and dizzyingly inviting, temptation given, not taken. It lingered amongst the vast, crushing vacuum of blackened and yet gleaming, star peppered net of the endless spacetime continuum, a stark, colorful and florid contrast against the dreary, swallowing, cosmic veil. Receiving light from three angles, night was not a luxury on the lush, proliferating planet of Chuvushia XII, not ever an occurrence for space voyagers to document on future journeys that would bring them to this ostentatious jewel of peaceful, burgeoning subsistence.
@apoetofhope Sunlight profusely bled from the three sources unto the sublimely flourishing gorges and clearings of the slow-spinning planet, piercing even through the sumptuously dense awnings of the mazelike, lavender, and tall woodlands infested with wondrous, fantastical, and lithe creatures that had been spoken of before, but never sighted. Every day it was dazzlingly sunny, and every minute Captain Matías Orquídeo Dalia laid siege to the phenomenal sight of the tri-solar systems from the safety of the roomy, steel innards of his space-vessel: the 4-X Precursor. She was a colonization vessel blessed and deemed by South American space travelers on her maiden voyage as La Tempestad de los Mares Oscuros—the Tempest of the Murky Depths. Just now, he had emerged from light speed travel with it, floating through space in preparation of a new star-jump.
