"No," the Corin-thing agreed pleasantly. "But I remember being him. I remember his love for you. Would you like to feel it again?" It extended a hand. Vines crept up its wrist, forming the shape of a wedding ring.
She didn't turn. The voice belonged to Corin, who had died last week. She'd watched his chest split open, a cascade of violet orchids spilling from his ribs. Now here he stood, whole and smiling, his skin faintly glowing. dark eden
Behind them, the Arca-1 ’s hull groaned as roots finally cracked it open. From the breach poured a waterfall of golden pollen—the Somnus Haze. Mira's eyes grew heavy. "No," the Corin-thing agreed pleasantly
Mira knelt in the phosphorescent soil, her fingers sinking into warmth. Around her, the grove sang—a low, choral hum that vibrated in her sternum. Three months since the Arca landed. Three months since anyone had seen the captain. Would you like to feel it again