Tsunerou

When the fortress wizards finally settled the last spinning monolith into its orbit, Tsunerou was considering packing up for good. Their simple wares—polished river stones and hand-carved figurines—felt quaint and useless in a land of such immense power. But then a famous scientist, looking drained after a week of calculations, stopped at their cart. They didn't glance at the colorful crystals Tsunerou had gathered, but instead picked up a simple wooden bird. A quiet smile touched their face. They paid more than it was worth, murmuring something about remembering the trees from their youth. Since that day, Tsunerou walks the highlands with a new purpose, leaning on their own carved cane, a confident smile always ready. They learned that even those who can see the future sometimes just need to be reminded of the past.