One fresh chaotic field note has officially been abandoned.
This time, I left it nestled in the foliage like a cursed little space document just waiting for someone to make eye contact and feel the dread kick in. I mean, where else are you supposed to leave a letter about a gas giant that rains diamonds and screams in hexagons? Near the towels? No. You put it beside the fake succulents and hope someone grabs it while wondering if their shelf decor is secretly judging them.
Inside? A typewritten field note full of sarcasm, dark space science, and extremely unhelpful warnings about falling into a planet with no floor. If someone finds it and follows the instructions, they’ll learn all about Saturn’s questionable atmosphere, emotional support lightning storms, ravioli-shaped moons, and why the rings are just icy trauma in orbit.
I wrote it down so I could leave it behind
-Elsie Thorne
Little Ghost Post 