Jirougorou

The people of The Great Panda City say a song ends, but its melody lingers. Jirougorou once believed their melody would be sung forever, their voice a familiar warmth against the freezing mountain winds. They even composed verses in honor of the great minstrel Shijin, dreaming of similar acclaim. But a sudden sickness stole their voice, leaving only a painful, rasping silence. For a time, they were a ghost in the city, the music gone. But their determination found a new rhythm. If they could no longer fill the air with song, they would fill the paths with light. They began crafting lanterns, each one a silent note in a new composition. Their melody isn't heard anymore; it is followed, a steady, guiding glow on the cold mountain passes.