Ukikurou

Ukikurou remembered the feel of warm, colorful stone under their palms as a Mystic Cat vanished into a solid monolith, a flicker of a tail the only proof they were ever there. For years, they believed the cats' secret was a network of hidden tunnels, something that could be mapped. They pored over geological surveys from the dark fortress and pestered rock wizards about geomancy, convinced logic held the key. But the cats only ever blinked their strange eyes and slipped away. Finally, Ukikurou packed a bag to simply follow. For seasons, they watched, learning to feel the low hum the giant crystals emitted beneath the beautiful sunsets. The secret wasn't a place; it was a way of listening to the land so intently that the path revealed itself. They still wear the Meow Cap, not just as a fan, but as a reminder that the most important maps are the ones you can't see.