Valley of Chula

A remembered Romulan valley rendered with sharp, aching clarity by a simulation: a wide gorge of weathered rock and low light, wind threading through cut channels and carrying the metallic tang of memory. The space tastes like home and loss at once—open vistas promising refuge and the particular geography of a homeland that imprints identity. Presented to soothe, the valley instead fractures the refugee's composure, converting landscape into accusation, catalyst, and a political summons; it functions as a cultural touchstone that summons duty, shame, and resolve.