Rimana

How does one find warmth in a world of unnatural snow and crimson skies? For Rimana, it was never a fire, but a voice. They were content to live quietly, carving figures onto their cane while the ash-choked sky shifted overhead. Then came the words of Minamoto, a promise of liberation that felt more like a death sentence to someone so shy. Rimana would have stayed hidden, but another answered the call—a chimp whose belief in a better world was as fierce as the nearby lava pools. They saw the warrior beneath Rimana’s constant blush. Rimana followed them into the fray, not for a cause, but for a person. That person's hand steadied theirs, and their shared stories are now etched into the cane Rimana carries everywhere.