Sonbee

Sonbee shot up the final flight of stone stairs, a tranquil grey blur in a humming lightspeed suit, the spray from the great falls misting their shades. They skidded to a halt in the main plaza, the pale stone temple half-on the rushing water ahead. The package was delivered to a waiting acolyte before the suit’s after-images of falling sakura had even faded. The acolyte stared, speechless. They had just witnessed a three-day journey completed in under an hour. Sonbee simply adjusted their old, worn head warmer, a stark contrast to the advanced tech encasing them. They gazed down at the fishing boats below. "The point isn't just to be fast," Sonbee said, a grin breaking their cool facade. "It's to prove no distance is too great."