Beyond — Culture

"I’m trying to find the 'authentic' part," Kael said, gesturing to the city outside. "Everything feels like a remix of a remix."

Sora leaned in, her kimono flickering to a deep, solemn crimson. "Is the kindness I feel for you less real because I wasn't 'raised' with a specific tradition to define it? We are the first generation that gets to be human without the script. That’s not a loss, Kael. It’s an evolution."

Sora laughed, a sound like glass bells. "That’s the mistake, Kael. You’re looking for a root in a world designed for wings. Culture used to be a cage—it told you who to marry, what to eat, which gods to fear. Now? It’s just software."

"I’m trying to find the 'authentic' part," Kael said, gesturing to the city outside. "Everything feels like a remix of a remix."

Sora leaned in, her kimono flickering to a deep, solemn crimson. "Is the kindness I feel for you less real because I wasn't 'raised' with a specific tradition to define it? We are the first generation that gets to be human without the script. That’s not a loss, Kael. It’s an evolution."

Sora laughed, a sound like glass bells. "That’s the mistake, Kael. You’re looking for a root in a world designed for wings. Culture used to be a cage—it told you who to marry, what to eat, which gods to fear. Now? It’s just software."