Queen Terra

I swiped at the holo-letter once more. The fulvous glow remained blank, painting the room beyond it in lush golds. A flicker of hope urged me to return to my disorganized thoughts. Retrieving my archaic quill from its inkpot, I smoothed the linen paper once more. 

A resounding ding preceded the importunate message. A growl rose in my throat, fingers tightening around the delicate metal grip of my quill. The glowing words consumed my screen, insisting I comply.

I closed my holo-board, the ambient light shifting to the cooler colors of early morning. Exhaling my frustrations, I tried to clear my mind. Father deserved as much. After weeks of no words, a few came to mind. I tentatively placed the tip on the page, prepared to ink my final goodbye.