Kirahime

What does a promise to a star-captain taste like? Kirahime knows. The locals in The Heart of the Forest see only an outcast, someone who brings strange-smelling fish to their joyful, amber-leaved clearing and never shares. They watch now, from a distance, as Kirahime ignores the communal feast. With intense focus, they place a single, perfect piece of sushi atop a smooth, dark rock that hums with a light no firefly can match—a shard of Kanshi-in's domain, fallen long ago. For a breath, it rests there. Then, it vanishes in a silent shimmer. A side smile touches Kirahime's lips. The report has been delivered, the watch confirmed. They alone tend this connection to the stars.