Category: Letter Collection of Sara Adilla

Something Once Was

Dear Diary,

Have you ever desired something so much that you conjured that thing into being? I think I may have done so…I know that Eurth is uninhabitable, but…sometimes I think I see something down there. On the surface.

When I look through my telescope, I see skyscrapers, factories, acid-eaten buildings and rotted stumps. But every once in a while, there is a flash of movement. It could be the wind, but there is nothing left for the wind to carry. It almost seems to move on its own, but whatever it is is too fast to catch on such a delicate instrument. By the time I recalibrate the telescope, it is gone.

I know that they say everything is gone and nothing could live down there, but I can’t help but wish that those glimpses were something more than a puff of smog or a dust devil.

I Wonder About the Stars

Dear Diary,

When I was a child, I used to look up at the stars and wonder. Were all those beautiful things they said about them true? Had they really discovered new, habitable planets? Barring that, could we live in spaceships with artificial gravity and never need to touch ground again?

I was thrilled when they discovered the first of the gold deposits, though I admit at the time I thought of gold as money with no care for its heat resistance. I learned as I grew older, of course. Now, with spaces travel grown so typical, and me so far from home in both time and space…

Now I look down at the planet and wonder. Did we really used to live there? Were there lush fields and deep, dark forests, or was that something I only conjured in my imagination?