They never called them aliens. To the ones who remembered, they were simply the others. Those who hummed in ultraviolet and spoke through crystalline matrices that looked like trees and pulsed like stars. And once, in the valley between two red moons, a child was born of both blood and light. Her name was Leanda.
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