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“Loneliness is a luxury of the young,” he said. “The old have no time. We are busy finishing.”

One night, under the double eclipse, she asked him, “Don’t you get lonely?” Old-n-Young - Alien - Sex for a discount -25.06...

A crumbling observatory on the abandoned planet of Sorrow’s End. Kaelen has lived here alone for 300 years, tending a dying garden of Xerathi flora—the last of its kind. Lyra’s survey ship crashes nearby. “Loneliness is a luxury of the young,” he said

– A 23-year-old human xenobotanist. She is loud, clumsy, and smells of wet soil and desperation. To Kaelen, she lives on a timescale shorter than the flowering of his favorite moon-lilies. She will be dust before he finishes his next molt cycle. Kaelen has lived here alone for 300 years,

– A Xerathi elder, his species lives for roughly 1,200 Earth years. His skin is the color of dusk—deep violet fading to silver. He has witnessed the rise and fall of three galactic empires. His emotions, long ago, calcified into wisdom. He doesn’t love anymore; he curates memories.