Chimper #3995
There's an old saying on the coast: "You can't carry the sea, but you can carry its memory." Shirahiko holds this truth close in the rocky valleys where the wind howls through the bones of ancient beasts. They find a small lizard sheltering beneath a colossal ribcage, shivering in the endless, fog-heavy drizzle. Crouching, Shirahiko gathers the rainwater in their cupped hands. Behind their mask, a quiet charm works its magic. The water stops being grey and murky; it swirls with impossible blues and greens, a miniature ocean reflecting a sun this land has never seen. It is a shared secret, this feeling of the sea—a kinship with souls like Kaito who are one with the tide. The lizard watches, still, until the illusion fades, and the rain patters once more on bone and stone.
