Mohea

Every sunrise, Mohea finds a new place to sit and watch the world wake up. Back at The Dojo, this ritual was meant to center the mind for sparring. They would trace the outlines of the mountains, their focus absolute. Then came the day they saw Shōkeimoji from a distant ridge, not fighting, but simply gathering the forgotten. It was a display of strength Mohea had never trained for, and it left them stunned. They left The Dojo a week later. The years since have been a blur of new horizons and baffling customs, their hair growing long with seasons of travel. But their eyes remain just as they were that day, wide with the beautiful, bewildering shock of it all.