Shape: Bender

And then there was Leo.

For a long moment, the Aligner said nothing. shape bender

Leo stood at the gate, holding his bender’s stylus. The Unshaped stretched before him: an endless fog of potential, formless and silent. It was the saddest thing he’d ever seen. And then there was Leo

“It’s a comfort cube ,” Leo said softly. “Potatoes are friendly.” shape bender