Minase

Every morning, before the mists fully lift from the lower tiers of Waterfall City, Minase begins the ritual. They don’t own a stage, only a small cracked mirror and pots of stark white and crimson paint. The application is a silent performance in itself—a precise, determined transformation. Some locals think they are part of a traveling troupe that lost its way, but Minase always works alone. They don’t recount the deeds of ancient emperors or fallen warriors. Their stories, told through gesture and dance by the great fish statue, are of tomorrow, mirroring Aoi's visions but with art instead of wires. For a few coins, they offer a glimpse of worlds yet to be built, a rebellion painted across a face.