Paruma

The low hum of the lenses is the first thing Paruma feels each day, a constant vibration against their brow. The goggles were meant for imperial surveyors, designed in the secret labs beneath The Teikodian Empire to map dissent and predict escape routes. In Paruma’s possession, they do the opposite. They filter out deceit. Through them, gilded facades appear as cheap paint, and grand pronouncements sound like hollow echoes. But the lenses also reveal what is true: the hidden trails over mountains, the shimmer of distant water, the faint cosmic energy of a solitary being like Eirian. It’s a view that can make one feel profoundly alone, yet connected to everything real. This is the source of their grin. It isn't ignorance; it's the joy of seeing a thousand paths where others see only walls.