Chimper #5419
Komegu traces the permanent pink stain swirling across their face, a mark left by a wave of pure magic that smelled faintly of strawberries. Before that day, their world was the predictable rhythm of The Heart of the Forest. Alongside Mokuzai, they learned the secret names of trees, their hands calloused from shaping the amber groves. They were grounded, part of the earth itself. Then came The Surge. It was a silent hum that vibrated through their bones, blooming across their cheek in a cosmic blush. The mark didn't hurt, but it severed their connection to the old ways. The forest felt too quiet, its traditions too small for the untamable energy buzzing under their skin. They took a pair of shades, not to hide the mark, but to see a remade world with new eyes.
