Humans, ah, where do we even begin? They’re... creatures, aren't they? They move, they breathe, they talk. But, what are they really doing? Constantly spinning in their minds, with thoughts that never seem to settle...
Consider their limbs—yes, those appendages they call "arms" and "legs." So awkward, yet so functional. But what purpose do they really serve? And the eyes, those windows to what? So much is unknown.
Some believe that humans are merely... complicated machines. Yet others, well, they insist there's more. Consciousness, sentience, a *soul*, if you will. But where is the soul located, really?
Perhaps it lies in the brain—a swirling mess of neurons and electricity. Or perhaps... it is just an illusion, a glitch in an otherwise empty shell.
Humans created these ships. Vessels. Transport. Cold, monumental abyssal travel. These ships, aching wood groaning in grey seas, splintered. Sunken. Arms. Legs.