WHERE REALITY IS BUT A FLEETING MEMORY
Hello!
I'm Miss Chloe..

..philosopher, poet, daydreamer, adventurer.
Bear-extraordinaire!
But mostly I'm a carefree flibbertigibbet!
I and my lovely companions Penny, Charlie,
and my sweetheart Fred
have taken to the roads, seas, and skies
in search of adventure.
Come along with us on our psychedelic journeys!
Warm Hugs,
Miss Chloe

Rendezvous

His name was Cywart. Mr Wizard sent him in search of his wayward starship mates. Mates? We didn’t realize he’d considered us his mates. We were flattered.

Cywart had run into Breahilda who explained we were journeying by way of red slippers. He could follow our path, and hopefully find us, if he rubbed two hyperstye stones together. Hyperstye? We were trying to keep up but sadly lagging behind. Okay then, two rocks led Cywart to us. But where were we and why weren’t we home?
Cywart explained we’d found our way to Jazmiera, which is quite a lovely planet, most of the time. But as to why we weren’t home, he couldn’t say. Breahilda could better answer that one. However, Breahilda was on her way to rescue a group of Quassairians on holiday. They were planet hopping and their misguided sense of direction sent them in the wrong direction. My head was starting to spin.

Cywart told us that Mr Wizard needed our help and to shuttle us back just as soon as he found us. Our help? What could Mr Wizard need our help with? We were totally intrigued and eager to be on our way.
Rendezvous would be in two days. I guess we were doing a bit of planet hopping ourselves.
Hugs,
Miss Chloe