Mausa

Mausa did not seek the wisdom of Shujin for its power, nor did they travel to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria for its magical stones. They were an outcast, marked by a scar and eyes that glowed with a light the local wizards called heresy. They carried bamboo, a simple craft in a land of spinning monoliths. But one scientist, who studied the prismatic sunsets, saw not possession but protection in that strange light. They saw the way Mausa held their gaze, a silent vow to guard what they held dear. Now, while the scientist maps the light refracting through the great crystals, Mausa carves its path into a sliver of bamboo, a record of a love as unshakable as the mountains themselves.