Java

We were once called J'Avaneiri, and this planet remembers it.

It remembers how we grew, how we learned, how we fought and how we died.

It made specters of us in our primal rage, screaming "Java!" at every turn.

They wandered her surface, searching for blood to spill that was not their own, in service of the planet.

They are the eternal guardians of the planet's silence.

The Java.