Kazumiko

In The Heart of the Forest, worth is measured in the weight of a harvested berry or the warmth of a shared meal. Kazumiko, however, arrived with starlight still clinging to their shoulders, a stray spark of energy from Pikapika’s ascension that happened to land among the amber leaves. They tried to join the locals, but their attempts were always slightly off-key. They would gaze at the sky, describing the migration patterns of celestial dragons, while others were busy foraging for mushrooms. Their singing was less a melody and more a series of resonant hums that made nearby flowers bloom out of season. They remain an oddity, a celestial being trying to understand soil and roots. The forest folk mostly just smile, leaving them a bowl of fruit and letting them be.