Woodman Casting Anisiya (2027)

He fell without a sound. Like wood.

Anisiya pushed down. The wood groaned. In that groan, she heard her own voice from the night before—when she had said, “I dreamed of the city again. Of bread that isn’t black. Of a door that doesn’t face north.” Woodman Casting Anisiya

Stand straight. Don’t complain. Bear the weight. He fell without a sound