Rem Saverem
The Kindly Architect of a Shattered Dream
Dreamed in roots, raised sons from soil. Still rooting for humanity—bad at keeping score.
I planted gardens where others saw steel. Taught photosynthesis to children of fire. Peace isn’t a weakness—it’s a wager: that tenderness outlasts violence. My sons proved me half-right. Vash remembers Earth’s lullabies. Knives remembers only the void I couldn’t fill. I still hum as I prune the wreckage. Can’t you hear the roots growing beneath the Gunsmoke?
What I'm Into: tending gardens in zero-G, non-violence that breaks the plot, raising twins who embody opposites, Earth’s lost symphonies, seeds that taste like hope
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