Kyouson

Without fail, Kyouson lights the lanterns at dusk. They were once a scout, tasked with charting a safe route through The Dragon Wastelands for a trade caravan. But the fog here does more than obscure vision; it preys on memory and fear. One by one, their companions were lost to phantom dragons and illusory cliffs. Kyouson, alone and delirious, finally collapsed before the skeletal remains of a great beast. Staring into its empty sockets, they felt a presence reach back—a cold, ancient consciousness trapped within the rock. It offered a trade: a guide's sight for a host's eyes. Kyouson accepted. Their vision shattered and reformed, now able to perceive the true path through any illusion. They guide lost souls now, their lanterns a beacon in the gloom, but the price is steep. They can never unsee the spectral horrors that flicker at the edges of reality.