Chimper #124
The Shard-Seeker of Armaria, they called them, a title earned through falls and near-misses among the monoliths. The deepest scar, the one that splits their eyebrow, came from chasing a rumor of a sun-warmed crystal. Manahime fell, landing in a chasm where the light never touched. They were found by a quiet rock-wizard, one who preferred the company of humming stones to other chimps. During their slow recovery, Manahime described the outside world—not its battles, but the simple taste of river water and the feel of forest soil. The wizard, in turn, showed them how the rocks held memories. The adventure changed. Manahime still explores The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, but their maps now mark the quietest places, the best views. The rock on their back, a gift from the wizard, pulses gently, a silent promise to always find the way back.
