Nausicaa A tale of Lord YupaNausicaa: A tale from Lord YupaDust - dry, white, ashy dust. Lord Yupa's boots trekked through a three-inch layer of flakey ash as he led Princess Nausicaa toward the remains of a battered village. It was old; the wooden frames of the rounded huts already had sapling fungus sprouting from them. Large windmills that once directed fresh air to the hamlet had been twisted and rotted by spore-ridden currents of blustery weather. Yupa, with his long beard and yokel-looking hat turned to the spry form of Nausicaa, who was busy studying a small group of caterpillars with rich metallic colors."I wouldn't get too close to them, Princess; those lar
Nausicaa, the Wayward PrincessNausicaa: The Wayward PrincessEvery sway and breeze brought in the spores of the toxic jungle. Nausicaa dared to be willful at times, taking off her gas mask to build a possible immunity to the jungle vapors. Indeed, the toxic jungle was saturated with particles of light, painted in brilliance and color. Not far off from the edge of the deep and magnificent forest she stood in, was the ruins of the old world. These dilapidated skeletons of homesteads long past, now sat erect as high as behemoth metal ghosts. But even these giant structures were dwarfed by the sheer vastness of the ever-growing toxic jungle.Its wondrous might st