I wanted the weight of inherited address — the moment when you realize a message sent decades ago was always walking toward you, and you were always the ending it needed. The submerged granary felt right: a place where nourishment was stored and lost, now holding only water and one woman finally reading what was meant for her mother. The Evenki-Gascon fusion speaks to parallel displacements, parallel survivals, parallel silences finally breaking. I wanted her standing in the flood of what she now knows. — Mist