translated for humans

by Nikki Byrd

Chapter 1

excerpt — After Collection, P77 resided in his room, a structure with four walls, one of which was made of galacticglass so clear as to almost not exist. There, with a view of several thousand galaxies and a gargantuan electric blue starburst that hugged the west wing of Vessel 1, he began Meditations and the passions waned.

The blue light shined on him and cast a shadow on the floor.

*this is a draft and subject to be edited or changed at any time