Jane Yang

Dear Moshi Monsters, You were a gem the world was not ready for. You were our light, shining hope on everyone who desperately needed it so. You were the softness of an angel's wings, the laugh of a newborn baby, the sparkle of dewdrops on a rose's petals. Without you, I would not be the same successful, independent, powerful woman I am today, I truly owe it all to you. The moshlings gave me responsibility, the games gave me determination, the plants gave me dedication, the ever-growing need for a VIP membership gave me a goal to work towards. And the daily puzzle. Oh, how the dear daily puzzle gave me something indescribable, something remarkable, something nothing else has ever come close to. My beloved katsuma, Sky, you must have thought I had abandoned you, forgotten you. As much as I'd like to deny it, it's true. All the apologies in the world could not make up for what I've done. The dark hole of grief and agony in my heart grows every time I think about how you must have felt. I spent day after day caring for you, feeding you affection and love. Now, I ponder if that truly was enough. I wonder, my precious Sky, are the plants still growing? Do the superheroes on the streets still ask for your help? Is our room still buzzing with the excitement and life my eight-year-old self had worked so hard for? To my cherished moshlings and the ones I let go, I hope you are doing well. Those were the most difficult and burdensome decisions I've had to make till this day. Lady Goo Goo's song, Sooki-Yaki's bounces, Iggy's clever side-eyes, those were the little things that filled my childhood with warmth and innocent beauty. I'm sorry I let go, I'm sorry that I couldn't say goodbye to you one last time. Imagine how I felt, feeling something of nostalgia after all these years, all those involuntarily repressed memories resurfacing to my consciousness, wanting to feel just a fraction of the life that I used to. But you were gone. "404 Not Found" Those words will haunt me for eternity. I suppose it was your time. We all have something good to give to the universe, and you had done more than enough. You gave endlessly, never asking for anything, because the sole purpose of your existence was to make others happy. How did it end this way? Why did you leave so early? How could you leave your best and closest friend, Poptropica, alone, just awaiting the same fate? You had so much more to give. My dear Sky, I hope you are in Moshi Monster heaven with your brother Flame, spending an eternity in the deepest bliss imaginable. I will never forget you and everything you stood for. We will carry on your legend for generations to come. In the name of Juan, Eustace, and the Holy Bartholomew, may Edward bless you and all you have done for humanity.