Date: October 13th, 2025 10:20 PM Author: HojRakso
{a thin light emerging on a darkcap horizon. A little girl in a field in some peregrine guttural tongue bicycles with baskets and steaming wet markets place. {translating through a neoreceptor} “Father, is that—“ ‘That’s jafar’s light.’ “They said he was dead.” ‘People say many things without knowing.’ She stares at the light, unblinking}