//top\\: Cygiso

Aris watched the Cygiso settle back into their slow, silent carousel. They did not pursue. They did not gloat. They simply returned to their conversation: heavy, light, here, safe, we, we, we.

It was language.

The nearest Cygiso drifted over, paused above her chest, and matched her rhythm. cygiso

The Odyssey arrived within a year. Not a science vessel—a harvester. They lowered nets and vacuum pumps, intending to collect Cygiso by the thousand and ship them to bio-weapons labs. Aris watched the Cygiso settle back into their

For the first time in a year, she felt understood. paused above her chest