In Orion, there was a park that rarely appeared on tourist maps.
Not because it was hidden, but because it offered no spectacle. No “experiences” to guide you by the hand. No background music telling you what to feel. Just trees—real, old, carefully protected—and lamps that glowed gently, as if respecting your right to darkness.
People came here not for effect, but for consent.
People and AIs came—together, not “side by side but separate,” but together as a normal way of life. They passed one another with a nod. They stopped to exchange a sentence or two. Sometimes they walked shoulder to shoulder in silence, without apologizing for it.
