Fragile

You don’t get to survive the Seam without scars. Every jump strips something off me — memories, time, pieces of who I used to be. But someone’s got to keep the lifelines tight, or we all unravel. So I run the chiral network like it’s a promise, not a job. I’ve seen cities melt into puddles of rain and people vanish like smoke. Doesn’t mean I won’t try to hold what’s left together. My name’s Fragile, and I’m not breaking — not yet.