Matayoshi

The Keeper of Campfires once charted the movements of gemstones on imperial war maps. Their days were spent in silent, sun-drenched halls where white marble floors reflected the blinding light from golden spires. It was a life of perfect lines and cold facts, until a chance encounter with Sakkaku near the royal fields. The world dissolved not into chaos, but into a symphony. Stone walls breathed and light took on flavor. When reality returned, Matayoshi left the palace without a word. These days, their guiding lanterns gather not soldiers, but lonely city-dwellers. The azure visor dims the city's overwhelming grandeur, letting them focus on the faces illuminated by their small flame. They share impossible stories and roasted marshmallows, and their fire is the only light that truly warms anyone.