After the last two chapters on Triptych, I had to try for something lighter -- and the concept of 'Luna goes out for chocolate' has quietly transmuted into more of a micro-drama. (Overnight, while I wasn't looking.) That one will likely appear soon -- but before that can happen, it was time for something silly. And thus a 6k word count about a variation on attending your own funeral while alive -- and rapidly finding yourself wishing for death. Not necessarily your own.
(And no, I don't understand why the Mechanical Aptitude cover art showed up there. There's a code issue with either Patreon or FIMFic --or worse, they're teaming up.)
Time to sit back and wait for post-story insomnia to settle in.