Welcome to another week of written delights, dear denizens of the deep! @brisby here to play with the buttons and rearrange the books on the shelves as @f3nix plays with the brand new monkey's paw he received in the mail. He's been working hard behind the scenes on our newest Bananfish project so I'm betting there's at least one wish in there for a down pillow and his favorite Cthulhu plush to cuddle as he slips into dreamland.

Speaking of our latest project... what's that bananafishious banner up there? Could that dude, who's playing the drum, be Tio Billy from the renowned Tortillas de Pelo punk-rock band?? But of course, the new contest "Quest in the Realms" is taking shape! Sharpen your pens, beloved potassium appreciators, since something never seen on Steemit is coming this month for you right from the K-deity creative mind. The Quest in the Realms will reward a brave adventurer with a 30 STEEM PRIZE. It's an original format that will throw you in a multiple endings story and - at the same time - in a treasure hunt among the Realms. All the Bananafish Knights are scribbling like sloths under LSD to deliver you a unique and rewarding experience with more than 50 episodes and 10 different endings. Stay tuned!

This edition's challenge is another lovely tale penned by our potassium driven prophet. @F3nix's style delivers us lush detail and compelling characters. Today's ingenious setting will set your imaginations into overdrive as you all put your fantastic talents to work! We can't wait to see what wondrous stories the amazing Bananafish writers will create this week!

As the seasons went on, she had not yet accustomed to that sight. The expanse of clouds unfurled just beyond the edge of the plateau like a harmonious and yet restless carpet, woven from ranks of industrious angels. Only the blue condor, curious to taste the rarefied ozone flavor, occasionally tried to pierce the milky diaphragm. An unnamed and timeless plateau. It had always belonged to that celestial ocean, cradled by its waves like the head of a gigantic primeval tortoise, asleep for thousands of years. The woman sat absorbed on the black basalt edge. Lying on her knees stood a tablet with elusive colors. Her tapered fingers danced over it decidedly, following the counterpoint of secret music. A warm upward current ruffled her thick brown hair until she was forced to give in and stop the dance, hastily moving the curls from her forehead. She procrastinated, holding back her knowledge on the tips of those solitary fingers that, slowing down, now left room for memories. Now the memories were transmuting, stretching in long meditating axons, which she watched parading before her eyes at the capricious rhythm of the clouds. The plateau had no name and, at the same time, kept all the names, including those that she wanted to forget. The fingertips resumed drumming on the iridescent surface of the tablet to stop almost immediately. As always, before even hearing him approach, she had felt his eyes on the back of her head. "I'm almost done, Heitor." It was not true, but she tried to comfort her husband as her fingers flew frantically, receiving small luminous epiphanies from the device. “Debes beber, mi amor. Al menos esto.” He sat close and gently pushed forward the cup of muña until the mint's scent convinced her to stop and take a couple of quick sips. Hidden among the gestures of daily care, she could not ignore a note of concern in her husband's voice. "We were fine here until it lasted, weren't we?" The words came out crumpled, making their way slowly through the wood of thoughts. He raised an asymmetric smile and winked at her the way she used to like. Her distinctive wrinkle of concentration formed between her eyes, two delicious hazelnut drops, while she sighed. "You know it does not help us, mi vida. I'll join you as soon as I can." At that moment, the importance of what she had to do was the perfect alibi not to raise her gaze on him. She silently kept repeating to herself that this wasn't a goodbye. The vibrating bark of the imperial ship came suddenly. As it emerged, the clouds frayed around the cobalt metal frigate like impotent fingers, in the last desperate attempt to hold back a blind, deep-water fish. She watched her husband run back to the house, as planned. "Let the show begin, bastards." She thought while the ship's jaws already spewed out a black phalanx, heading at a steady pace in the direction of the woman. "Kalliska Pan, Imperial Master Grower, you're under arrest on evidence of desertion and high treason. Do not resist and follow us spontaneously or I will not hesitate to order coercive measures against you. " "The Empire has no sovereignty over this soil. Be careful what you do, Colonel. " "Master Grower, you have lost all diplomatic immunity. I repeat: do not resist. " "I know the reason for your visit, Colonel. And I regret having to point out that you are not in the position to order anything. We could save time if you left your pathetic bluff right away. " In an abrupt gesture toward the guards, the black leather of the colonel's glove stood out against the diaphanous sky. "You all. Back to the ship now." The warm upward current strenghtened, making the imperial frigade's hull resound like a grim stork. They were alone. She held the Colonel's stare. "There's still time to fix this, Kal .." "Since long already you have lost any right to call me like that, Musashi" While even the clouds seemed to stop, the fingers of the Master Grower continued to dance.