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"Drifting among the stars... loneliness knew my name. Drifting among the stars... I could still feel the cold, even though I knew that my body, my temple, breathed life no more. The thought tortured me, reminding me who I was and who I could never be among mortals I once knew faces to... my family, my kin. They... I never wanted to leave them. I... I wanted to travel across the stars and find a new life for my people... and my future with them. I did not want to die; I did not want to give up and find my way to the afterlife, to say goodbye. I refused to go, even if it meant waging a aeon-long battle with madness while I wept in a tomb of my own making, drifting among the stars... lost. Forgotten. I never felt so alone."
-- Nimaera

(Lore to come, soon! Just writing it as you're probably reading this...)

This is what I'll call a prelude to Nim's existence in an otherwise barely developed story I do not intend to write for this year, (since I plan on focusing on something else), but even so I wanted to draw something for her that dwells on her past, capturing the time when her soul was trapped inside a Nelri ship she considered her tomb, drifting alone in space for aeons and... want to see more for her?

Artwork, Nimaera, Etc - © Kristopher P. Love

Description
"Drifting among the stars... loneliness knew my name. Drifting among the stars... I could still feel the cold, even though I knew that my body, my temple, breathed life no more. The thought tortured me, reminding me who I was and who I could never be among mortals I once knew faces to... my family, my kin. They... I never wanted to leave them. I... I wanted to travel across the stars and find a new life for my people... and my future with them. I did not want to die; I did not want to give up and find my way to the afterlife, to say goodbye. I refused to go, even if it meant waging a aeon-long battle with madness while I wept in a tomb of my own making, drifting among the stars... lost. Forgotten. I never felt so alone."
-- Nimaera

(Lore to come, soon! Just writing it as you're probably reading this...)

This is what I'll call a prelude to Nim's existence in an otherwise barely developed story I do not intend to write for this year, (since I plan on focusing on something else), but even so I wanted to draw something for her that dwells on her past, capturing the time when her soul was trapped inside a Nelri ship she considered her tomb, drifting alone in space for aeons and... want to see more for her?

Artwork, Nimaera, Etc - © Kristopher P. Love