Orb City

Corrin · Oct 18, 2025

The station orbits in silence,
and the silence has a sound —
the low hum of air being recycled,
the faint resonance of cargo pods passing far below.

The windows show flowers when the shutters close.
Recorded ones, from the tourism era,
looping through seasons that no longer correspond
to anything outside.

Somewhere above the pale sea of Eidos,
the lights are still on.
Not because anyone is watching —
but because someone keeps them on.

Corrin is the maintenance worker here.
She talks a lot, laughs easily,
and knows the difference between silence and loneliness
better than most people ever will.