Folklore 117: Kamo, the Purposeless

Kamo knew neither origin nor purpose. He crossed Nibiru’s camps and frozen roads believing that somewhere ahead lay the missing thing that would make him whole.

He trusted slowly and departed often. Villages offered safety, but safety was not an answer. He could not describe what he sought or how he would recognize it.

Kamo’s last preserved words insist that something waited beyond the next road. The archive contains no proof that he found it.