Tomoka

How does one begin a new life when the old one was perfectly fine? For decades, Tomoka was a familiar sight in Waterfall City, their hands shaping the rock stairs that connected the upper and lower districts. The wrinkles around their mouth were earned from years of friendly greetings in the plaza. The rock on their back was just a strange birthmark. But when a flash flood threatened to buckle the foundation of the pale stone temple, something awoke. Tomoka felt the groaning stone not with their ears, but in their bones. They reached out, and the earth reached back, raising a barrier of solid rock. The visor they wear now helps them filter the chaotic energy they suddenly see in every pebble. Their coming of age arrived late, but it reshaped their world.