They in Wandera
Where they live is soft, the softest place that exists, with fields of fleece that don't itch anyone's feet. Where they live, the sunlight is like a pair of arms. It wraps around them to reassure them they matter, as they still don't believe that, as they still don't recognize their inherent worth. In their minds, they are orphans, brought together only by the misfortune of having been misplaced since birth.
For years, they have lived where they live. They have built houses over the fields of fleece. They have developed routines, such as gazing out their windows each night when the sun begins to set. Having a penchant for space, they have found joy in witnessing the moon rise and the sky's purples, reds, and yellows morph into a sheet of star-speckled black. In their minds, space is representative of their souls. In their minds, they are unknowable.
Some of us call them civilians, if only because they look like civilians,