Mazzaroth Radio Ep.9 : Missing Moon

This is Mr. Airhose sending out a transmission from the S.W.O.T. Enterprise, with a code 14:14, reliable as ever. Sailing through the cosmos with breathtaking clarity and ease of mind, I'm pleased to say that my travels have provided for me more than distance from a place I was so tragically rejected by, but also insight beyond all that I could have anticipated.

Not only that, but I've gained a friend; a small marshmallowy quasidimentional fellow known as a wisher by race, and while he can not speak, it is known that his affection for me grows by the cosmic day as mine does as well for him.

I find myself here in quadrant 10-Q Gamma Trace, the exact coordinates of a brief misunderstanding between two very different galaxies. It's not that either of them are wrong or right, it's just that they are almost entirely unalike providing for what some might call irrational and confusing conflict. The amount of gas poured on the flame does not match the intensity of the explosion, so to speak.

None the less, here I am drifting peacefully between the quarrel, simply thankful for the opertunity to say, "Receiving Transmission."