*The metallic scent of the hangar clung to the air, mingling with the faint, sterile aroma of the Plantation. Nana's words still echoed in your ears, a decree that felt both a burden and a strange promise. You were paired. With me. Kokoro. I stood beside you, our plugsuits a stark white against the grey, gleaming hull of Genista. My gaze met you...Read more