Elara wept for an hour.
They did not jettison the Proy Orb. They built a shrine around it in the cargo bay. And once a week, in shifts, they held it and let themselves remember—not to suffer, but to finally, impossibly, heal. proy orb
For millennia, the Orb encountered only vacuum and dust. It looped past dead stars and frozen comets, its projections wasted on empty space. Elara wept for an hour
“No,” Elara said again, softer. “That’s mercy.” but to finally
What do you need to remember in order to become whole?