Leaving Hurston

I’m leaving Hurston. My father died there. My friends died there too. I need to discover my legacy again.

I always lived here. I was born in central Lorville, and lived with my father until the age of 21 when I moved with him in one of the most peripheral area, called “Tasky Shore”.

Sometimes I wonder: the difference between central Lorville and the “Shore”? Overwhelming. I had that feeling. Of being lost in the Universe.

When I begun to consider the “Shore” my home, in 2946 things went wrong over there and I needed to go silent for a while.

Now I’m leaving. I’ll be back, some day. Not today. Today I’m stranded and drifting in the universe.

I need a new place to call home again.


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