Chimper #3107
Kazuei the Lively believes the future is something you shout into existence. They hang halfway off the great fish statue in Waterfall City’s central plaza, their voice a frantic counterpoint to the endless roar of the falls, a batch of bamboo clattering on their back. This performance began three years ago, the day they went to the pale stone temple to meditate on the flow of water and instead touched a vision. It was a chaotic glimpse of tomorrow, humming with the very technological spirit Aoi had unleashed upon the world. The quiet mystic they had been was washed away. The overwhelming energy had to go somewhere. These days, it pours out in breathless prophecies and tales of dragons. The shades they wear are not for style; they are a dam, holding back the visions that still flicker at the edges of their sight.
