December 16th Year 109
The inky darkness of space greeted Phosphophyllite as they rose from their slumber; it was a sky that matched the expanse of land that they had found Cinnabar in. Initially, it was far from an odd sight given their history with both their world's moon and Pandora's... it was natural by now, despite the past. That said, there was a part of Phos that wanted nothing more than to ride in another one of those ships back to the Crystal Vales, to talk to that green-haired human that had reminded them so much of themself. They were pleasant to talk to, for a human.
Yet as they slid their legs out of bed, they were all at once hit with the distinct feeling of wrong. This place was wrong, it wasn't Pandora. All at once they stumbled to their feet, numbed by the sight before them. They were in the room that the Lunarians had given them, an empty room made of salt. Everything was silent save for their thudding footsteps. There were no spirits to be found in the room, and as Phos stared out the window there was neither any Admiribilis in the sea of dust. It was so quiet.
All at once, an assault of thoughts flooded their mind. Had Pandora abandoned them during the midst of their slumber? Had Sensei's prayers worked and were the Lunarians truly gone now? Had they disappeared as they truly wanted to?
Phosphophyllite staggered out the door of the room, their chest oddly tight with the weight of their decisions. Where were the Admiribilis? Had the Lunarians sacrificed them all to revive the gems that they had shattered? At their request? They pressed one of many buttons on the wall of the cube outside their room, causing it to begin its steady descent downwards. Antarcticite was truly gone, but if the Prince was gone too, then would Caringorm become their friend again? What of the other gems? And Sensei? The doors slid open to the ever-shifting city of salt. There wasn't a Lunarian insight.
As Phos stumbled through the remnants of the moon-city, Lapis quietly stretched their arms overhead. Their fingers grazed the empty neck that sat upon their shoulders, feeling the space where their head once was. It seemed like it was finally time to talk to the brother that they had gifted such a precious gift to.