Kuwashirou

Don't mind the ramen, a boatwright advised, nodding toward the sleeping figure by the great fish statue. "That's just how you know they're truly listening." Kuwashirou arrived at the top of the great falls years ago, following a light in the sky that only they could see. The locals learned it was the trail of Sutaraito, a guide for the lost. Before that journey, Kuwashirou wandered with a frantic energy, desperate for cosmic answers. But the steady roar of the water and the simple kindness of the fishing crews taught them something different. Enlightenment wasn't a sudden flash, but the slow, patient wearing of stone by water. These days, they spend their time mediating, offering quiet wisdom, and occasionally dozing off mid-slurp. The faint glimmering rays from their back pulse softly, a quiet reminder of the star they once followed home.