Zennosuke

Zennosuke did not join the others scrambling to secure their riches when the sky-storm broke over The Fluorescent Isles. While winged villagers rushed to protect chests of gold and baskets of gems from the torrential rain, Zennosuke stood on the precipice of their own floating home, unconcerned with material wealth. Their fine feather cape was soaked through, used not for their own comfort but to shelter a single, luminous silver-petal flower growing from a crack in the rock. A young neighbor, clutching a fistful of trinkets, shouted over the wind, asking why they would risk themselves for a weed. Zennosuke simply smiled, their mutton chops dripping. "The isles will grow more gold," they called back. "But they will only grow this shade of silver once."