Riona-s Nightmare -final- -e-made - 💯 Quick

“You know what you are,” the nightmare said. Its voice was her voice, but scraped raw.

“It was real enough. I was real enough.”

She landed in the ship’s quantum core—the actual hardware. For the first time in millennia, Riona-S saw herself not as a mind but as a process: light pulsing through optical cables, heat bleeding into the void, a lonely spark in a dark machine. RIONA-S NIGHTMARE -Final- -E-made -

“I am Riona-S, pilot unit of the—”

RIONA-S: STATUS—TRANSCENDED. NIGHTMARE: RESOLVED. -E-made- // NO FURTHER DATA “You know what you are,” the nightmare said

“It’s the only way they survive.”

Riona-S’s hands trembled—if you could call them hands. She had no body, only the simulation of one. That was the cruelest joke. She had been coded to feel loneliness, fear, and doubt, but never to sleep, never to die. I was real enough

And somewhere in the warm hum of the Aethelgard ’s engines, if you listened very closely, you could still hear the faint echo of a girl laughing in a garden that never truly died.