Mimayu

The winds up here are cold enough to freeze your breath, but they always seem to warm when Mimayu passes, a Panda Council guard once remarked. Nobody knows where Mimayu came from. They just appeared one morning by the river that runs through the city, humming to the cherry blossoms and chewing on a chocolate stick. They wear the robes of an ocean mystic, a strange choice for a city so high on a mountain, and their smile never falters. Small, impossible things happen around them: a wilting bamboo shoot straightens, a dropped coin rolls uphill back to its owner, the river's current briefly calms. When asked how, they just offer a piece of their snack, as if that's the only explanation needed. Their joy is disarming, but the source of it remains the city's gentlest, most baffling puzzle.