Ural-Board: Lara's Easter

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of human ardor/wit and Urals-magic and alien-chess leading to Earth-poetry about 'simplified' destiny.

An alien-fable inspired by Doctor Zhivago.

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The Urals of Eastern-Europe are a hauntingly majestic area of Planet Earth which had been 'troubled' by generations of undesirable 'intrigue' linked to the Russian government and/or mobilization and traffic. However, Lara still lived there as a post-office girl, descended from generations of Cossacks and Russians living in that part of the hilly-mountain rich zone of modern Europe, even during the great Russo-Ukrainian War!

I was visiting the Urals on-assignment to investigate some strange signs picked up by SETI regarding strange alien intelligence communications emanating from that part of Eastern-Europe, and the scientists funding my expedition demanded I take with me a special handcrafted human-arts symbolic Russian chess-set which I'd used to challenge the possible 'alien' lurking in the Urals, since the communication signal emanating from that part of the world, where the beautiful Russian woman Lara lived, included a cryptic sentence code (possibly) translated by human-scientists, "Send social-media 'fan' for chess-challenge against our dragon-monarch (Endymion)!"

ENDYMION: We shall see who these vain-glorious humans send to play chess with me for 'wrought' stalemate with their toy-IQ.

ME (Amlan Satan): I've found you at last, Endymion, and pleased to acknowledge the weight of your 'coded' communications!

ENDYMION: Well, Mr. Satan of human-science(s) companies/offices; we'll see if you toy-chess set is worth its weight in IQ.

ME (Amlan Satan): So...I'm using my rook-bishop double-line 'hammock' to temper your potential queen-knight kamikaze-IQ!

ENDYMION: Damn; it seems you've warranted a 'stalemate-condition(s)' diplomacy-compact for my self-exile in your ocean(s).

ME: (Amlan Satan): Excellence, Endymion; you must keep this toy-chess set as a diplomacy-gift, while I court Lara (my-lady).

ENDYMION: Alright; that's cool.

So, achieving this secretive diplomacy-accord with the invisible alien-race, led by monarch-Endymion, in those majestic Urals, and using the stalemate 'trophy' to afford our species the residency-fortune for Endymion's peaceful species self-exile in the deep-ocean abyss without further invasion-threat(s), I decided to pursue my 'ulterior' motive in the Urals --- the reach/find and court the amazing Urals-woman (Lara). I'd never be able to disclose my heroism...but perhaps she'd felt I'd 'won' her affections with a simpler/humbler proposition of 'human' distance(s).

LARA: If you've no 'deep' secret to disclose to me, Amlan, why're you working on an 'intelligence-love' about alien-contact?

ME: Well, Lara, my-lady of these Urals, we'd imagine your 'aura' reflected my curiosity about the kaleidoscope of life-query!

LARA: That's rather charming; you suggest that our courtship warrants in you some 'special' tale about intelligence-variety!

ME: Precisely; in fact, perhaps our 'love' will flower my novel-concept about alien-life as a 'shadow' of human-dreams.

I converted to Occidental Catholicism and stayed in those majestic Urals and married Lara and stayed with her in her village as her lifelong/vowed husband on Planet Earth. In fact, I even wrote my alien-contact novel, titled Endymion. I'd plant flowers and take photos for my Urals-lady Lara, and we'd never-again 'fear' the nature of intelligence as a 'chess' shadow of social damage.