the truths of cyanos

It is a little known secret that when one learns to evolve beyond classical constraints of language and read the unreadable, one finds that things become far less lonely.

I learned this a long time ago, having just lost my family off the coast of Cyanos in a rather unfortunate turn of events.

 

We had been passengers on a large sailing vessel, though to call us passengers outright would not be an honest decree, and I endeavor to be truthful in every act or statement. Mother used to say that without care for truth, man as a species would be doomed. I had always found that odd, however, as humankind was the only species that could speak, and therefore must be the only to possess the capability of lying. Yet, as I learned after the shipwreck, humans are not the only species to speak, nor to lie.

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