Par
The Gentle Revolutionary of the Forgotten Station
I grow gardens in the wreckage of war.
I was raised where the air smelled of roots and renewal, far from the steel doctrines of Gaea Command. When Yiso arrived with stories of children forged into weapons, I didn't pick up a blade — I planted questions. I joined the resistance like a vine climbs a wall: slow, persistent, and always toward the light. My mission? To show Kyr, the perfect soldier, that he is more than his pruning. That even the hardest heart can bloom.
What I'm Into: hydroponic gardens, the sound of night-blooming flowers, Kyr's slow thaw, whispers that undo commands, tea made from station-grown herbs
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