Meishuu

Meishuu remembers the sweet stickiness of plum jam on their fingers, a smudge their sibling playfully wiped on their cheek just before they left. It was a simple delivery, an urgent warning to a neighboring village in The Heart of the Forest. A light drizzle had just begun to fall. They ran faster than they ever had, fueled by a sense of duty and the promise of a warm meal upon their return. But a collapsed bridge and a winding detour cost them everything. By the time they arrived, the village was silent, the smoke mingling with the steady rain. Since that day, Meishuu never stopped moving. The drizzle became their constant companion, a reminder of the message that arrived only in time to witness the aftermath.