The Dragon that Flew out of the Sun
A Xuya story about war, loss, and the myths that we make for ourselves…
Here’s a story Lan was told, when she was a child–when she lay in the snugness of her sleep-cradle, listening to the distant noises of station life–the thrum of the recycling filters, the soft gurgle of water reconstituted from its base components, the distant noises of the station’s Mind in the Inner Rings, a vast unreality that didn’t quite concern her, that she couldn’t encompass in words.
