Moyura

Moyura keeps a promise made before their heart stopped beating. They swore to a stone carver in Waterfall City that they would return, no matter what journey called them away. They remember the fine dust on their companion's hands, the easy smile, and the warmth of the sun on the plaza's pale temple. But the same chaotic surge that twisted Hen'i-tai's form found Moyura deep in the wilderlands. It didn't mutate them; it stilled them, leaving a cold, undying echo in their place. Now, decades later, they are back. Their face is uneasy, their eyes are dim, but they stand by the great fish statue every dusk, watching the crowds. The promise is all they have left of the person they used to be.