Kanrou

Kanrou was born from the last ray of a perfect sunset over The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They were not forged from earth, but condensed from light and warmth, a living embodiment of the sky that graced the humming monoliths. For years, they were a gentle presence, their kindness as palpable as heat from a sun-warmed crystal. But a creeping silence began to fall, a magical frost that dulled the stones and hushed the winds. The greatest wizards found their spells fracturing against it. Seeing the life fade, Kanrou tied a white bandana around their brow, a silent vow. They faced the frost not with force, but with empathy, drawing its sorrow into themself. The shimmering bubble they inhabit is the shield that contains that volatile exchange, a prison of their own making.