Wazuru

When the evening mist from the great falls grew thick enough to muffle the city’s sounds, Wazuru would begin their true exploration. They knew every slick stone stair from the fishing docks to the plaza with its giant fish statue, every secret perch above the pale temple that straddled the rushing water. They were a master of silent paths, content in solitude. That changed the night they found Aoi, who wasn't charting the land but the stars, using a device that hummed with future energy. Aoi showed Wazuru maps of what could be, and in return, Wazuru showed them the city as it was. These days, they drift together. Aoi predicts the storm, and Wazuru finds the shelter. A quiet smile is all the confirmation they need.