Sakari

Sakari never sold a single thing. Their stall, nestled between the bamboo-lined streets of The Great Panda City, was conspicuously empty. Yet chimps came, drawn by a quiet rumor. They said that Sakari, who always leaned on a carved cane and wore a look of perpetual surprise, had been warmed by Himawari's light. The divine encounter had stunned them into a state beyond words. Customers would approach, sit in silence before Sakari, and after a few moments, walk away looking dazed but profoundly changed. No one knows what is exchanged in that silent gaze—a memory, a burden, a glimpse of what they saw—only that it costs nothing and changes everything.