Eiji

Eiji tucked the waterproof scroll into their pack, the light drizzle a familiar hum against their shoulders. In The Great Panda City, many messengers saw their job as a race against the clock, a blur of bamboo-lined streets and sharp turns. Eiji saw it differently. They once heard a traveler’s tale of Roketto, a figure who could transform dead planets into thriving worlds. Eiji knew they couldn't build a star system, but they could connect the small, vibrant worlds people built for themselves. Each delivery was a bridge. A recipe passed between households, a poem sent from one side of the river to the other, a child’s drawing for a parent on duty with the Panda Council. Their face, hidden behind hip specs, never betrayed the quiet warmth they felt watching a door open to a smile. The lightspeed suit was for efficiency, but the purpose was for connection.