Day Eighty-One
Dear Diary,
Spaghetti Man leads us to one of Mother’s work rooms, a blocky chamber made of blue stone. The place is pretty much just a big boxy space with an open pit in its center. Inside that gap, magical blue lines swirl and dive in odd patterns.
The Ley Queen stands beside the ley pit, her body staying still as a statue. Sometimes, Mother goes into what I think of as Blue Fairy mode. It’s one of the rare moments when she isn’t a regal character, but must another fae.
At other times, my mother is all Ley Queen. In those moments, her gaze stays locked onto the ley pit.
This time, Mother isn’t in either mode. Today, the Ley Queen whispers to another figure.
It’s me.
Well, not exactly me.
It’s Future Me.
There’s no mistaking the odd headgear. Plus, I met this versio
