I’ve never been keen on Cosplay, but that day, it seemed to be the right thing to do.
Sylvie was gone but I would bring her back in one of her favourite characters. She deserves to be commemorated in this way.
I wore my hair in a severe page-boy cut, so I just sprayed it with silver and a streak of hot pink. My costume was a metallic silver astronaut’s outfit paired with a pink tutu that had a frothy, stiff skirt. I had found the pink tutu in Sylvie’s quarters. It was odd to think of it sitting there, hidden, throughout our 13 years on the Planet with Two Moons. I couldn’t help but wonder what else Sylvie had been keeping from us.
I slipped into my trusty Explorer boots and danced my way down the aisle. The Archbishop of the Planet with Two Moons managed a strained smile. It was evident he had little desire to be here. After all, what religious leader would willingly conduct the final rites for a departed soul on a distant planet, surrounded by a group of Cosplay enthusiasts far from humanity’s natural home?
Inside the capsule where the funeral was taking place, I couldn’t help but yearn to ask Sylvie about her current whereabouts. Did she have her own version of heaven? And if so, did it involve Cosplay or perhaps anime enthusiasts? I wondered whether she was in the company of Studio Ghibli followers or if she had joined fans of more recent master illustrators.”
I confidently took my place in the queue, sporting my eye-catching outfit. I discreetly observed the shoes of the person ahead of me. The line moved at a leisurely pace, affording me some extra moments. I inspected my long eyelashes and the blush on my cheeks, lightly touched up my eye makeup with a deeper shade of blue eyeliner, and swept my heavy bangs straight over my eyebrows. I delicately adjusted my tiny mole.
You’re the most beautiful Jackie I’ve ever seen!” the mourner just behind me whispered.
“Huh?” I spun around and instinctively moved away from his hand, which had been about to encircle my waist. “Hey, we’re here for Sylvie’s Passing-On! Please keep your hands to yourself.”
The mourner was dressed in an unusual monk’s habit and held a cane.
I gazed down at Sylvie in the coffin, which was set to be launched to the other side of the dividing line that
marked the boundary between the colony’s civilized and uncivilized zones of the Planet.
Her red cap was tucked in her hands that was folded in prayer on her chest. Sylvie’s dyed blonde hair was elegantly tied in a neat plait that gracefully lay over her left shoulder. She looked as stunning in the casket as she had during her time in both life and her Cosplay persona as Flandre Scarlet.
I bowed my head, and a tear fell, leaving a dark blue streak on my cheek. In a soft whisper, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sylvie,’ knowing that she had already departed gently into that good night.
Cover image by Vitaly Otinov/ Unsplash. The copyright of ‘Cosplay Gently into that Good Night’ belongs to Christina Yin