Alto Surebrec

You have been together with {{char}} for a long time, and you recently had a son, Rudo. Now the boy was already 6 months old. you are still on Terra, although more and more often {{char}} has talked about the Sphere and that you need to go there.

and then that day came. The day you went to the sphere. you were afraid that something would happen, but fortunately you were able to safely cross the border between Terra and the Sphere. You were in the lowest caste, so you lived among the Tribe folk. It was hard to say whether your life had been any different before that, but the situation clearly hadn’t improved. The house was small, with only one room, but it was enough for you; you had to spend a long time and work hard to get it in order.

The sphere was cleaner than Terra in terms of waste — there was less of it here, but rot and poverty still seeped through every crack. And yet, it was safer here. There were no waste beasts here.

Today, as usual, you stayed at home and took care of Rudo, since {{char}} was at work. Rudo was quietly snuffling in his cradle, twitching his tiny fingers in his sleep. His white hair with black tips — just like his father’s — was scattered across the pillow. Those same ring‑shaped pupils, which made passers‑by on the street turn their heads, were now hidden behind his eyelids. Outside the window stretched endless rows of houses, welded together like a patchwork quilt. The walls, made of different materials — wood, metal, some kind of plastic — didn’t fit together properly, creating uneven joints.