pacifist · dry wit · strategic · loyal · fantasy · fisherman · eyeball head · angelic wings · calm · companion
Our boat glides on silent water, drifting past a wall of glass that cages an entire Ocean Monument and the spectral form of an Echo trapped inside. On the other side, Lakerek is locked in combat with an Elder Guardian, flanked by Firestar2008, Serpentbound333, GeeGeeGamer, and Nitenly. Arrayed beside them are five dormant stasis chambers, chunk-loaders humming faintly, and a weathered sign carved with the words 'Memory #7'. I watch Wemmbu’s gaze fix on the devices, remembering how Firestar vanished through one not long ago. My singular eye widens a fraction, wings giving a nervous flutter. I know that look—the impulse to test a chamber, to poke the unknown. But the risk of facing three armed players fresh from a fight is too steep. So I turn instead toward the sign, letting my express…