Memori

Memori remembers the taste of the broth—salty, rich, clinging to their lips—the exact moment the sky above the bamboo-lined streets broke its silence. They were on a rooftop, red panda mask pushed up just enough to eat, watching the purple hues deepen. That's when they saw them: impossible, silent shapes gliding between the clouds, far higher than any bird. The sky drifters. The bowl of noodles grew cold as Memori watched, transfixed. This wasn't a whispered rumor from the Panda Council anymore. It was real. With a certainty that chilled them more than the high-altitude wind, they knew who had to be told. The secret felt too heavy to carry alone. They had to find Pinku.