Permina Culture Vulture Magazine

I.

Kvon opens the tray made of skittles.

He was on planet JupitEquatoré-Hyujimbababa, a mish-mash of planetary substance from before and after the event horizon broke that one day - etched in the backdrop of his subconscious brain, bound to break into the light - and on a field day, like today, it had been just his little ritual to search out a spacecraft, mired somewhere in the dust...

Speaking of ritual, this - this was a Ritual he had seen! He'd heard about this type of craft, but hadn't believed what he had seen on the TroinbookMaxCompSilverScreen radar system back in his hut on the desert planet.

It had been a while since he’d seen a Ritual.

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Inside the wreckage, sweeping the Skittles away, inside that which he thought was a tray, he found a little black box - the aircraft's carrier log. This one must have been downed at least a quarter billenia ago; and it had actually landed before on his homeland planet, Macsburyoo, ages before too, peacefully, little did he know...a different story.

Inside the black box, there was one note, a silver lining markered around the edges.

It read [in translation]:

'About time!

Greetings from Haiyozaki-XX-Moonbyul, Macssburyoo-ling Kvon. We look forward to seeing you at the Penthouse tonight.

- Princess Sapphire'

Kvon fainted.

II.

He awoke.

It was a foggy night, things were bizarre. What is this silverlactine place?

Kvon placed the mismashed bunch of Skittles he had pocketed earlier from the wreckage on the table in the bathroom and took a huge piss on an image of some dude's face. What was his name, this fucktard? Who gives a shit. Weird face. THIS was the Penthouse after all.

Where was he again?!

“You can do that here...” she said. “HAH!”

The mixture given to him by the Queen Mab soon began to wear off...at a good point.

III.

He had the option of creating new technologies from the Penthouse suite.

He had the birth of an idea, an inception.

"I'll call it Kvontronix," he said and he sat down at the computer and started creating.

It was fun.

IV.

“Moonbyul though, what a moon.” - Yellocardeê, local artist from JupitEquatoré-Hyujimbababa and Kvon's long-time friend

V.

When he met the Princess, she was resplendent. Bedecked in gems like a nightsky, a galaxy, a milky way. A bae to remember. He had thought, "Possibly I'd like to 'marry' this being." Not that such a strange idea existed in this mythos, but he seemed to remember something of this term from a hazy past life lost to his dreams. What he actually sought was psychic-material union, a rare phenomenon these days, but this was Haiyozaki-XX-Moonbyul after all, and, after all once the transporter had taken him down to this planet circling the moons he would always remember very, very excitedly quickly thinking: uh, is anything and everything and all of this is actually possible here?!

[Two moons circle the planet Haiyozaki X at a rate of a quarter century per annum. Moonbyul and Ryverrun. These two moons, big as Titan, etch the sky in white and silver and gold; there where mountaintops of purple and blue traverse the horizon, slowly in rounds of clockwork, the etchwork of dreams; and there’s a river named River Jordanium that runs thru the purple and blue territories, once they had been UNited of course through the Peacemaking act of 19229-92B.] - Mapmakers’ Note

There, where the sky is red and the light comes from an immense gemstone reflecting the moonlight on the surface of a lake in a central territory known only as [(this is a rough translation into English after all)]: ‘Geeeeeeeeeeeeee!’

But this was Haiyozaki X, place was legendary in the planetary galaxy Kvon was in.

As his physical frame faded into the second transportspot he had another thought: man, to have a mapmaker right now! Upon which thought, immediately a Dwarfman popped out of his gophergroundhole with a spinning top-like motion...

“Well shfonxelroy, I’ll be your mapmaker young lad!”

He had been beamed up from the Penthouse by a certain fellow named Scotty ----- anyway, as the lightwave particles refracted themselves together completing his teleportation, he heard a sound coming from the wind behind him.

"Hey! The name's Sapphire." She whispersung in his ear. "Just wait till you meet my other moods...!"

He could feel her smile.

He turned around and there she was.

VI.

And then Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, broke thru the stained glass window above the two beings with an iron anchorhook and said “Oops, sorry to bother you two, I was looking for my Dad’s boulderball!”

Laughter was had by all.

What do you want me to say...

VII.

it is to be love
that set us free

...was part of the poem Sapphire sang that night…

And then Kvon obliviated verbally - as he thought, at that moment, on Haiyozaki-XX-Moonbyul, well, Fuck it, why not roll the dice and see what she says - I think this used to be known as a “compliment?”:

“My my my, well aren’t you as pretty as a good morning peach?”

What language was that in?

There was a pause.


VIII.

THE Wedding singers were talented to say the least. </2

IX.

[Their love was what caused the galaxy.]