Chimper #4573
The only merchant on The Fluorescent Isles who walks everywhere is Yosajirou. Winged locals find it amusing, watching them navigate the grassy plains with a stubborn, earthbound determination. They trade in polished stones and trinkets, their face obscured by a mask and shades, offering a friendly price to anyone who lands at their stall. What customers don't see is how the "diamond dust" on their back is residue from the monolith-sized crystals they practice with at dawn, shattering rock with focused energy. They came here for the riches, not realizing flight was the true currency. Sometimes, they watch Sora carve through the clouds, a reminder of the sky's raw power. Yosajirou just grips the shard in their pocket, knowing gravity has its own kind of strength.