Kikuri

Kikuri was destined for a golden throne, yet they choose to sleep among the amber leaves of The Heart of the Forest. Their gilded fur was a prophecy of power, a sign they would one day rule. But when the intergalactic warp glitched, it reset more than just Eiko. Kikuri was reborn alongside them, not into a new body, but into a new silence. The memories of their lineage remained, but the feeling of destiny was gone, scoured clean and replaced by the simple hum of the trees. They traded courtly life for a simple mask and the title of “wanderer.” The lucky plant that sprouted from their head feels more authentic than any crown ever could. They don't hide their past out of fear, but out of a playful refusal to be defined by it.