Sakisa

When the last colony’s sun ignited, Roketto gave them the Lightspeed Suit. It was meant for mapping new frontiers and outrunning collapsing stars, not for weaving through bamboo-lined streets under a perpetual purple sky. But the project ended, and Sakisa came home. These days, the suit delivers political missives and dinner invitations, its cosmic potential reduced to navigating city traffic. The scar beneath their eye is from shrapnel on a world that no longer has a name. Some say the suit is overkill for a simple messenger. Sakisa doesn't listen. They know it's not a tool anymore; it’s a promise they once kept, a reminder of the starlight that still clings to its seams.