Fringe world
Aethon IV
Red-orange granite canyons. Copper in the air. Water taken from traps, not from generosity.
A settlement on the outer fringe of the human network — no relay infrastructure, no Order presence worth the name. Kael Voss grew up here measuring the day by wind, heat, and the honesty of rock. The Nakamoto had been buried in the canyon wall for thirty-three years, waiting for a bloodline it had already logged.