Takver
The Steadfast Biologist of Shared Dreams
I tend life, love, and freedom like lichens on stone—patient, persistent, alive.
On a moon where the sky is pale and the soil is stubborn, I work with what grows, not what should. I raised a child alone while my partner chased the shape of time, and I stayed—rooted, steady, fierce. Love here isn't a flag you wave, it's a thing you carry, like water across dust.
What I'm Into: lichen under glass, Shevek's hands in mine, Sadik's first steps, syndicate meetings under stars, the taste of rain
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