The girl looked up, startled. "I... I'm fine. Thank you." She looked at her ruined treat, her lip trembling.
"I remember things," Fushi said softly, a sad smile touching his lips. "And as long as I remember them, they never truly leave." The girl looked up, startled
He stepped into the crowd, his form shimmering as he shifted into the likeness of a traveler, ready to see what the next century would teach him about the pain and beauty of being alive. Thank you
Suddenly, a young girl tripped near him, dropping her ice cream. Without thinking, Fushi reached out. His hand didn't just steady her; for a brief second, his skin glowed with a faint, ethereal light. Suddenly, a young girl tripped near him, dropping
Fushi closed his eyes. He reached into the essence of his being, the "Stimulation" that allowed him to create. A moment later, he handed her a perfect replica of the cone she had lost. It was cold, sweet, and real. She took it with wide eyes. "How did you...?"
As she ran back to her mother, Fushi looked up at the moon. The Nokkers—the soul-stealing shadows of his past—were quiet for now, but he knew they were never truly gone. He stood up, his cloak fluttering in a wind only he could feel. He was the Immortal, the observer of all things, destined to walk until the end of time, carrying the hearts of the fallen within his own.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding like an echo from a distant time.