She stayed for the shrooms.
And now?
Astrid has become a catalyst for heartbreak and an omen of extraterrestrial escalation.
The DJ with the crooked smile and perfect timing thought he had a beat on love.
Bun G Chord even composed a new track, “Synths for Astrid,” complete with layered UFO ambient swells and whispers of stardust.
“I just needed to study her aura,” Astrid said, referring to Anjelikka, not Bun.
“The basslines were… distracting.”
Bun hasn't spoken since.
Only plays minor chords.
His sunglasses fogged.
Dandy fashion-curious, lentil-forward, always in disguise, had been publicly dating Astrid, though often through an avatar named “Al Pashmina.”
Their last meal together was a vegan tapas spread at the mushroom grove.
It ended in silence. Then she left, whistling a frequency only certain moths and alien surveillance drones could hear.
“She said I smelled like Earth,” Dandy confessed, licking a mushroom with sadness.
“And not in a good way.”
Four new arrivals via light spiral.
Not cats. Not lizards. Not Mellowbell’s species.
Tall, mirrored, moving like liquid memory.
One of them carried a cracked postcard.
Another spoke in rhyme, softly humming the tune to “Cruel to Be Kind.”
Astrid greeted them without fear.
She seemed… expected.
Maybe one of them.
THE RETREAT REACTS:
Casey and Rachel added a strobe light filter called “Heartbreak Beam.”
Tubby has retreated to his iguana-proof shed with three new piñatas.
Dr. Parallax offered a bouquet of alien-compatible snacks, murmuring,
“They’ve come to court. Not war… yet.”
Anjelikka sketched Astrid’s departure into the altar book.
It now won’t close, as if the story refuses to end.
And Trenton Glass, from his seat on Engine 229, radioed only one line:
“More coming. Astrid is not done.”
are gone.
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