Chimper #3175
When the elders first heard Ou speak of a future where all The Fluorescent Isles were united, they laughed. They mockingly called them “Ou of the Ordered Throne”—a grand title for a poncho-wearing explorer who spent more time staring at star-filled skies than at the gems beneath their feet. But Ou was a survivor, practical enough to navigate treacherous winds between islands; the visions were just another kind of map, one no one else could read. The day they saw the sky spirit Kuki in a dream, standing atop the highest peak with wind energy coiling in their hands, the mockery no longer mattered. They left their village without a word, guided by the light in their own eyes. Let the others keep their trinkets; Ou was chasing a crown made of clouds.
