>>52156866In the realm of dreams, a memory stirs,
Of a time when youth knew no fears,
In the station's hangar, where wonders reside,
Tuval found solace, his heart open wide.
Ol' Root Ailbhe, mechanic wise,
Extended his kindness, a heartfelt guise,
Allowing Tuval to roam and explore,
The Kalma's carapaces, he did adore.
A "shop's rat," they called him, with joy in his eyes,
He climbed and he played, reaching the skies,
The cockpit, once entered, a world to behold,
A sanctuary of dreams, stories untold.
Oh-Four, the Daemon, its optics concealed,
In slumber it rested, its presence revealed,
Tuval, with trepidation, ventured inside,
The creature's throat beckoning, open wide.
Ailbhe's voice echoed, comforting and clear,
Assuring Tuval, banishing his fear,
With hesitant steps, he reached for the light,
The tendril embraced him, gripping tight.
Through the tunnel he soared, weightless and free,
Guided by Oh-Four, a journey to see,
The cockpit awaited, a place to be bound,
Its tendrils secured, Tuval safe and sound.
But darkness embraced him, claustrophobic and tight,
The space that once comforted, now filled with fright,
The buttons and handles, a labyrinth of control,
A reminder of limits, the yearning for a larger role.
In the depths of confinement, Tuval's spirit waned,
Longing to escape, his freedom restrained,
He released the joysticks, surrendering his command,
Seeking solace from Ailbhe, a helping hand.
"How do I get out?" he pleaded, voice trembling low,
Ailbhe's guidance, the answer he sought to know,
Pressing the buckle, a release from his plight,
Freedom regained, his burden made light.
From the Kalma he emerged, back to the real,
The rushing air whispered, an ethereal feel,
Ailbhe, the caretaker, concerned for his kin,
Offering comfort, as the cycle begins.
But now in the present, a conflict arose,
Ol' Root Ailbhe, rules he strictly imposed,
Tuval yearned for more time, to master his craft,
To hone his skills, the simulator's path.
A poem I shall write, to express his plight,
Of memories cherished, of courage and light,
For in the realm of verse, his story shall be told,
A testament to growth, a spirit bold.
In the universe's embrace, where dreams intertwine,
Tuval's journey continues, seeking horizons divine,
With Ailbhe's guidance, a sapling transformed,
He'll overcome obstacles, his spirit reformed.
