It was not a curse, not a monster, but something far worse. Wapego was the name for the hollow ache left behind when a person forgot their own first tear. The elders taught that every child is born with a single, invisible thread connecting them to the moment they first felt truly seen. Lose that thread, and you become wapego —a wanderer without a reflection in the pool of self.
“I never left,” Kael said. And for the first time in weeks, he smiled, because he finally understood: wapego was not a thing you became. It was a thing you passed through—a hollow place where the self goes quiet so it can learn to listen. wapego
His wrist glowed. Not silver, but gold.