Nemuri

Should a traveler seek Nemuri in The Great Panda City, they would be wise to ignore the training grounds and the Panda Council chambers. Instead, they should follow the scent of blooming sunflowers to a small, sun-drenched courtyard tucked behind a bustling teahouse. There, floating just above the ground in a shimmering bubble, Nemuri dozes. The city's freezing winds, which cut through the thickest robes, simply cause their bubble to rock like a cradle. Elders whisper that Nemuri is lazy, a dreamer lost to the world. But the garden's keeper knows better. The sunflowers, sacred to Himawari, turn their faces not to the sun, but to Nemuri's gentle, rhythmic breathing, growing stronger with every dream.