Chimper #3832
The taste of blackberry jam is the only sweetness Fumikurahiko allows themself. Before, their life in The Heart of the Forest was full of it—shared meals, communal songs, and the laughter of neighbors. They were known for their generosity, always the first to offer a treat. That life ended the day the earth split and the fire-worshippers brought the heat of Inferuno to their grove. Fumikurahiko survived, crawling from the ashes with nothing but a ragged jumper and embers clinging to their back. The other locals offered shelter, but their pity felt like another kind of flame. They now live apart, a ghost among the amber trees, squinting at every shadow. Each bite of jam on toast is a lonely ritual, a memory of a world that turned to smoke.
