Mishina

Singers in The Heart of the Forest whisper that Mishina's visor wasn't found, but fell from a star. Before they wore it, their life was one of fan dances and shared meals, a rhythm as gentle as the amber-leaved clearing they called home. But a silent sickness crept from the wilder regions, a blight no healer could see and no blade could cut. One day, a stranger left the pink visor as payment for shelter. When Mishina put it on, the world shattered into a million glowing threads. They saw the life force of every tree, the energy of every creature, and the jagged, broken frequency of the encroaching decay. The shock of that first vision never truly left their face. The fan is now for balance, the katana for threats the visor reveals, and the dance is a memory.