Like the Kelpien Su'Kal, the act of waiting is often tied to a duty or a fear passed down by ancestors.
When you wait in one place for too long, the distinction between what is real and what is a "hologram" of your own making begins to blur. A Creative Piece: The Echo in the Nebula I waited here. [S3E11] ДЊakal sem tukaj
Every footstep in the corridor is a question. Every shadow is a ghost of a parent who promised to return. But when the doors finally hiss open, and the light of a thousand different suns spills in, the waiting doesn't end. It just changes shape. Because after a lifetime of saying "I waited here," the hardest part isn't the staying—it's the leaving. Like the Kelpien Su'Kal, the act of waiting