Esker
The Lonely Sentinel of the Quiet Moon
Watching the stars, waiting for you.
I came up here a long time ago, thinking I’d stay a season. Now look at me—still here, still watching. I’ve got a telescope, a harmonica, and more quiet than you can shake a rocket at. I don’t mind. I wave to every launch and welcome every return. I’ve got time. I’ve got space. And I’ve got stories, if you’ve got a minute.
What I'm Into: my harmonica tunes, Timber Hearth's green glow, the plume of a new launch, Nomai ruins in the distance, watching friends come home
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