Merumi

One unending life, one headset that picks up only ghosts, and one very patient partner. Merumi maps the Crystal Highlands of Armaria not by sight, but by sound—the spectral echoes of wizards and scientists long gone. Their curse, a shadow of the one borne by Andeddo, denies them rest, filling their mind with a constant, weary static. Their partner, a young crystal-reader with impossibly sharp eyes, navigates the treacherous paths between monoliths. The guide points out fissures and unstable rock; Merumi points out pockets of sorrow and lingering rage trapped in the formations. The headset isn't for communication. It's for filtering the noise of eternity into something useful. “This way,” their partner will suggest. Merumi will listen, then shake their head. “No. Too many arguments in that stone.”