Chimper #1751
Cheri remembers the roar of the falls as the first sound they ever knew, a thunder that shook their bones. Inside them, an echo of that same untamed energy rumbled—the primal bond shared with warriors like Yaban-hito, a force that could easily curdle into rage in the overwhelming noise of Waterfall City. For a time, they tried to silence it, to be still in a world of constant motion. But one day, while guiding a lost merchant through the slick lower paths, they stopped fighting the city's song and simply added their own harmony. They began to hum. The sound became their guide, a steady vibration against the chaos. Now, travelers don't look for Cheri's lanterns first; they listen for the hum that cuts through the mist, a joyful, unwavering note that promises the path home.
