POV: Kenny

The world is a very large place, but eventually, you learn that it is held together by very small things.

Ten years have passed since the mountains moved for me.

In the southern cities, scribes call it the Emergence, writing long, dry histories about tectonic shifts and the manifestation of a "Source."

They treat my childhood like a political case study but as I stand on the ridge overlooking our valley, watching the sun dip behind the peaks I once summoned from the earth, I ...