Tabiko

When Aoi first spoke of futures hidden in the river’s depths, Tabiko was polishing their specs by the great fish statue in Waterfall City, more concerned with appearances than archaeology. That changed. A week later, they were trading their silk cleaning cloth for a coil of rope, Aoi's strange diagrams tucked into their pack. The descent behind the main cascade was a blur of slick rock and deafening roars, their wide-eyed shock turning to fierce determination. They found what Aoi promised: a rusted console humming with forgotten power, its single light reflecting in their lenses. They don't sketch the city plaza anymore. They map the secret conduits and forgotten machinery that lie just beneath the rushing surface.