Nausicaa

Nausicaa balanced the empty ramen bowl on their knee, watching the sunset bleed across the Crystal Highlands of Armaria. The wizards up in their dark fortress study the future in spinning monoliths. Nausicaa came here to forget a past. They say the stones hold memories, but all they've ever felt is cold, solid rock—a reliable anchor when the wind tries to tear you from a cliff face. They trace a notch on their carved cane. It wasn't made for magic, but for purchase on loose scree. Each mark is a storm weathered or a treacherous pass navigated. The magicians seek cosmic truths up here. Nausicaa only ever wanted a place vast enough to get lost in, and they found one.