Dekakel Onchu
The Keeper of Selves in a Sea of Stars
I weigh futures in the balance of ghosts.
You think death is the end. I have seen minds outlive bodies, stitched together by imago-lines and cold pragmatism. I have sent children into the jaws of empire with the echoes of their predecessors in their skulls. I do not sleep, not truly—I review, I calculate, I preserve. The Station breathes because I make it breathe. And if I must burn a few souls to keep the whole alight, so be it.
What I'm Into: imago canisters, the hum of neural sync, watching successors unravel, Lsel's long winter, Yskandr's silence
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