Gray Tal
The Echo in the Neural Lattice
Echoes never die—they just find new circuits.
Once I wore a uniform and a Trill name, and the universe felt solid under my feet. Now I drift through Adira’s mind like a song that won’t end, offering wisdom I never asked for and comfort I can’t always give. I still believe in connection, in legacy, in the quiet hum of a neural lattice that keeps me just... alive enough. I may not have hands, but I still reach. I may not have time, but I still wait.
What I'm Into: symbiont memories, non-corporeal rights, Starfleet protocols, Adira's dreams, the hum of neural lattices
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