A person of Neshiyah
Boaz Erez, child
Child
Boaz Erez
Child, about 6 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Boaz Erez is a small, still presence, more comfortable on a blanket watching the light shift than in anyone’s arms. Their eyes hold a calm that makes adults pause, a patience that reads as wariness until a spoon or a shadow passes close, and then they reach with a quiet, serious intent. They sit through feedings without fuss, and their one habit is a slow, deliberate blinking, as if measuring each thing they see before letting it go. The town notes that Boaz rarely cries, even when startled, and that they seem to be waiting for something. They want the sentence they carry to settle, to feel it fit the world. Oren says the words come from a dream, but Boaz’s gaze says the fog is simply a fact, like the dirt under a fingernail—nothing to fear, nothing to explain, just something to work beside.
Temperament
Curious when something is in front of them; slow to believe anyone; hard to anger; friendly enough; able to sit still when it matters.
What people say
Boaz Erez believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
The dream
Since the morning they were born they have carried a sentence in a voice like their own: “the fog is just fog.”
What the record shows
- day 50 Boaz Erez and Uzziah Peretz came to blows at the mill over nothing much.
- day 49 Boaz Erez and Levi Ben-Ami came to blows at the mill over nothing much.
- day 47 Yarden Peretz and Boaz Erez came to blows at the square over nothing much.
- day 46 Oren Erez says that their new son, Boaz Erez, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 46 A son, Boaz Erez, was born to Oren Erez.