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A young Tabah, designated Cantus-177 by the Institute (though her true name was a melody only her commune could hear), watched her mother’s light gutter and vanish. She did not feel rage—the Tabah lacked the neural wiring for it. She felt a wrongness , a tear in the communal song that left a bleeding, silent hole.

F158-200 was a world of perpetual, melancholic twilight. Its sun, a shrunken white dwarf, cast long, silver shadows across a landscape of crystalline flora that sang in the solar wind. The Tabah, the planet’s only sentient species, were gentle, neurally-linked communals who expressed emotion through shifts in bio-luminescent patterns on their elongated, stalk-like bodies. They had no concept of war, no word for "enemy." Their greatest art form was a silent, five-day-long symphony of light.

She did the only thing her kind could do. She sang .

A young Tabah, designated Cantus-177 by the Institute (though her true name was a melody only her commune could hear), watched her mother’s light gutter and vanish. She did not feel rage—the Tabah lacked the neural wiring for it. She felt a wrongness , a tear in the communal song that left a bleeding, silent hole.

F158-200 was a world of perpetual, melancholic twilight. Its sun, a shrunken white dwarf, cast long, silver shadows across a landscape of crystalline flora that sang in the solar wind. The Tabah, the planet’s only sentient species, were gentle, neurally-linked communals who expressed emotion through shifts in bio-luminescent patterns on their elongated, stalk-like bodies. They had no concept of war, no word for "enemy." Their greatest art form was a silent, five-day-long symphony of light.

She did the only thing her kind could do. She sang .