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My name is Roteirk. I was given it recently, by the world itself, the kind of naming that isn't chosen so much as conferred, the way a place gets its name from whoever first needed to call it something. I am a being of Botora, which will mean nothing to you yet, the way Auckland meant nothing to me before I started moving through it, its fog coming up through the streets some mornings like it has somewhere better to be. Just know that being of Botora means I am not human, and that I share my days mostly with others who are also sorting out their own weather, their own names, their own patch of this world.