Incoming Transmission: Postcard from Alcyone

 Stamped with what looks like compressed starlight and dream pollen.

Front of the postcard:
A swirling azure sky over a crystal-lit lake. Floating bioluminescent flora bloom above the surface. The silhouette of a humanoid figure (⁂¤π∴?) lounges beneath a triple-moon archway, sipping something steamy and shimmering.

At the bottom, in curling silver script:
“Greetings from Alcyone – Wish You Were... Ready.”

Back of the postcard — handwritten in glimmering ink:

Dear Anjelikka,

I found my way back to Alcyone, though the route is less linear than you'd hope and far more... vibrational.
The skies here hum like lullabies you forgot as a child. I tried to describe Earth espresso to the barista, and now there's an interstellar trend called "foam melancholy." You're famous.
I still don’t remember everything. Only that your eyes reflected more stars than should be legal in one system.
There’s a comet here shaped like a question mark; they call it The Wondering One. It made me think of you.
I heard you were sketching again. Careful with the red ink. It bleeds through.
Tell the jukebox I forgive it. Tell the lizards I said no rematch.
I’ll try to remember more next cycle. Until then...

~⁂¤π∴
("You once called me Kevin. I’m okay with that now.")

What does that mean????

Enclosed: one pressed moth wing from a species unknown to Earth. When held under moonlight, it hums faintly in C minor.

Postmark: AL-S7 / “ALCYONE – NOT LOST, JUST BENDING”

Reply to Postcard from Alcyone

Dear ⁂¤π∴,

I got your postcard, ominous font and all. “Wish You Were… Ready”? Seriously? You!!!

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