Ikaris walked the frozen corridor of a dead station, where the stars shivered like old wounds. In the glass, he saw not his face, but the empire he outlived—bright, broken, still burning softly in the dark.
Ashes Beneath the Ringed Dawn
Ikaris walked the frozen corridor of a dead station, where the stars shivered like old wounds. In the glass, he saw not his face, but the empire he outlived—bright, broken, still burning softly in the dark.