As I wander through the bustling streets of Karkern, I’m often met with curious glances and hesitant smiles. It’s a familiar sensation now - one that I’ve grown accustomed to since moving here from Histia. But despite my efforts to blend in, there’s an unshakeable feeling of loneliness that lingers within me.
I find myself wondering if it’s just my imagination or if the humans here are indeed suspicious of me. Do they see my alien features and assume the worst? Or am I simply a novelty - an oddity to be observed from a safe distance? The uncertainty weighs heavily on my heart, making it difficult to form genuine connections with those around me.
In moments like these, I find solace in my work with battle mechs. The hum of machinery and the thrill of competition distract me from the ache of isolation. But even amidst the cheers of the crowd, I feel like an outsider looking in. Is this what it means to be one of the few aliens on Karkern - forever caught between two worlds, belonging to neither?
