“So we are met?”

The song echoed through the warm summer night, whispering through the reeds and grass of the dunes, until Ahi heard it. He knew the song, a simple sailing tune from his youth, something every islander learned eventually. It told the tale of Kah’himi, the first sailor to kill a Undi and survive. The song was at parts…

The city was built in layers, the machine reflected. Such was the will of his Gods. First, the cables which sent small half-alive codes screaming into the digital void. He always felt strangely protective of these young thoughts. He had been one himself, at some point. The next layer was the ground, where his brothers…