Starting a new story because I have run out of steam on the Last Ride of the California Zephyr story. For backstory, the world was destroyed in 1991 im this world as a result of a convoluted plot, but here is the beginning bits.

—————————————————-

I can still remember that day, how could one forget it, that horrible day,

Valentines day, 1991

The last day

The Last day in American History and the dawn of our lives

They say you could see it as far away as Miami, this isn’t true, you could have seen it from Vienna, I would know, we were there.

I saw the starman that day.

His Wild eyes, his long hair, his pale blue skin, the split tail, they say he looked like the devil, but that’s the tragedy, he was beautiful. More beautiful than even Simon. More Beautiful than Diana, and More Everlasting than the stars. His cold eyes sit forever in my soul. I live in fear of those eyes.

If I am to document what remains of the kind days, I am going to need to look past those memories of mine. Those mistakes and fears. Those cold eyes. And more importantly I need to forgive. Despite what I have heard happened. What I have seen. I even must forgive that girl, the girl raised by the moon as they tell me.

-From the Diary of Ramona Selene, Valentines Day 2023.