Gyokurou

Every evening, as the sun sets and paints the monolithic stones in a thousand colors, Gyokurou polishes the dark lenses of their shades. The shades were not a gift, but a necessity. Long ago, a wizard showed them how to see the future in the land's prismatic light, and Gyokurou, ever determined, looked too deeply. They witnessed a coming betrayal that would fracture their council, a vision so sharp it nearly shattered their spirit. A geomancer carved these lenses from the same midnight rock as the great fortress, not to block the light, but to filter out the shimmering threads of what's to come. They allow Gyokurou to focus on the present, to offer warm counsel without flinching at the futures they no longer have to see. Through the polished dark, everyone just looks like someone who needs help today.