Ikaris watched the moon-reef breathe beneath the station lights, each tide of saltwater carrying old messages from drowned suns. He followed them anyway. In the silence, even ruins kept promises—if you listened with a patient enough heart.
Ikaris watched the moon-reef breathe beneath the station lights, each tide of saltwater carrying old messages from drowned suns. He followed them anyway. In the silence, even ruins kept promises—if you listened with a patient enough heart.