Imperial Decree #1

Since we are the empress of Mars, we could as well add a few rules to our empire, and share them with you.

You're welcome to adopt them if you ever find them to your taste.

In our world, these decrees will be the Law from the moment we publish them.

Since last year, we've lost too many artists dear to us, and, in one case, our heart will remain broken until our last breath.

We do not need to go visit Bedlam.

We do not need pills or drugs or treatment.

Thank you.

We're not asking anyone to give us permission to grieve in a nutty way (you do whatever you want with your incarnation; we do whatever we want with ours - full stop).

From now on:

Art1. We won't use the past to talk about someone who's no longer on planet Earth if it hurts too much.

In order to feed that illusion:

Art 2. The people who have left us went to a secret island where they're all working on secret projects. These projects will never be available in our lifetime, and therefore these secrets will forever remain mysteries.

I know it's properly barmy (all the more since I'm a nullifidian!), but it's either a secret island with artists working on secret creations or I keep crying the seven seas and all the rivers if I acknowledge the fact that the lights of my heroes are disappearing.

I know they're gone, but my dream/plot bunny/illusion/lie/coping mechanism/security blanket is easier to face... 

They're all working on something big, they share cocktails all together at 7PM as the sun sets on the purest and most beautiful sea in the universe.
Too bad there's no reception and no Internet there, right?