Chimper #1407
The gem-cutters of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria whisper that Fukako drove their own creations away. Once, their great hall was a forest of living crystal, filled with sculptures that hummed with captured starlight. Fukako was a celebrated artist, their beret and feather cape the talk of every magical symposium. But they grew obsessed, seeking to imbue their work not just with light, but with a soul. A final, forbidden ritual succeeded too well. One morning, the hall was bare. Every statue had simply walked away, leaving behind only silent, empty pedestals. Fukako never carved again. Instead, they walk the vacant space with their carved cane, their intense gaze fixed on the ghosts of what they made. The emptiness is their final, greatest masterpiece.
