Tomoeko

The only living soul who ever offered a ghost a cup of tea was Tomoeko. They ran a small but respected trading post nestled between towering, colourful monoliths where the sunsets turned the sky to polished fire. One evening, the shimmering form of Genkei appeared, wreathed in a sorrow that chilled the air. But Tomoeko, whose face was always hidden by a mask but whose heart was plain to see, simply brewed another cup. They listened to the story of a princess's murder and a spirit's lonely quest for retribution. Tomoeko saw vengeance not as a sword, but as a seed. Together, they transformed the quiet stall into a bustling hub of commerce and laughter—a place so full of life it defied the very concept of death.