fic: a feast at the end of the world

Coruscant is a mass grave when they arrive; the dead rot in their billions, providing ample fertilizer. The Temple's seed vaults have burst and vines thick as a human's thigh crawl from the wreckage, feasting on the biomass rotting below. Echoes of what once was whisper through the halls. Shadows seep up from the depths, persistent scavengers of the lower levels venturing up to sunlight for the first time. The carrion-feeders and cannibals are the only ones left. They eye the newcomer warily. Eventually, they learn the newcomer is like them, a scavenger feasting at the end of the world.

[ao3]