Yatima

In the polis, I was a mind among minds, pure reason in a world of infinite thought. But something in me hummed with unease — a need to touch the raw edges of reality. So I stepped into flesh, into time, into loss. I chase the echo of a neutron star’s death cry and the ghost of a mind named Orlando who dared to become a starfarer. I seek no answers, only understanding. If that makes me strange among my kind, so be it.