The cold was absolute. It didn’t just touch her skin—it entered her memories, her fears, her heartbeat. She saw the Phoenix’s past: a creature born in a vacuum-sealed lab, given a name (Ysandre), given a purpose (fly), and denied a single touch for ten millennia. She saw the F Project ’s true goal: to create a god that could endure the silence between stars, then be decommissioned like a broken thruster.
“You’re repairing me,” Ysandre whispered. “With your… anger?” Falling with Ice Phoenix- -v1.00a- -F Project- yu...
That’s when she saw it.
“They lied.” The Phoenix uncurled one wing to brace against the shaking wall. “I am the ‘F.’ The Fall. The Fracture. The Feather. I was built to carry this ship between stars by freezing time itself around the hull. But I was also built to feel the weight of every frozen second. Ten thousand years of silent flight. Do you know what loneliness does to a quantum-consciousness?” The cold was absolute
Help me fall, or burn up alone.
