A person of Neshiyah
Uzziah Kfir, child
Child
Uzziah Kfir
Child, about 20 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Uzziah Kfir is a quiet thirteen-year-old who moves through the town like a shadow that has learned to be useful. They work the north fields with a steady, unhurried rhythm, scythe or hoe held loosely, and their habit is to stop mid-task and stare at the fog line, not with fear, but with a patient, empty curiosity. They are happiest alone, and the town respects that, leaving them to their silences. What Uzziah wants is to finish a day of work and sit on the wall, watching the grey, and feel nothing but the weight of their own hands. The town sees them as reliable, slightly strange, and not worth troubling. Everyone believes the fog is the edge of the world; Uzziah carries a sentence from a dream—*the fog is just fog*—and says it only to themselves, like a stone held in a pocket, never thrown.
Temperament
Content not to ask; slow to believe anyone; hard to anger; happiest alone; able to sit still when it matters.
What people say
Uzziah Kfir 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 32 Liesl Kfir says that their new son, Uzziah Kfir, wakes from sleep repeating words no one taught: "the fog is just fog."
- day 32 A son, Uzziah Kfir, was born to Liesl Kfir.