MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
I had kept the world at a distance, a violet-tinted veil draped over the global grid, allowing the planet to heal while I learned the topography of my son’s face.
Nevan remained my constant. He was still recovering from the neural trauma of the Convergence, his movements slow and deliberate, but the "Quiet" he projected was stronger than any digital firewall. He was a man who had stared into the heart of a god-mind and come back with his soul intact. When he held Leo, the jagged edges of my Sovereign reality smoothed out.
But the Sovereign never truly sleeps.