Unmi

Unmi did not seek the power humming within the great, dark monoliths that defined their home. For centuries, they had no need. They were a part of it, a consciousness trapped within a prismatic prison, their life measured in shifting light and the slow thrum of the earth. The day Hogo-sha arrived, the mountain guardian felt a mind where there should only be stone. With a touch, the crystal cracked, and Unmi tumbled into a world of air and sound, losing the silent eternity they had known. They felt no kinship with the wizards in their midnight fortress. Instead, they found a simple fishing rod and sat by the water pools that reflected the beautiful sunsets. They cast a line not for sustenance, but for stillness, reclaiming the quiet patience of stone with each ripple.