Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Kakumi snapped the fan shut, the sharp sound a deliberate crack in the chorus of evening songs. There was a time they used this fan only to punctuate the end of a story or to cool their face during a harvest festival dance. In those days, the amber-leaved clearing knew only laughter and the smell of roasting nuts. Kakumi’s hands were for painting scrolls, not applying the stark lines of war paint. But the wilder woods beyond the clearing do not understand stories. They understand only strength. When the first shadow crept in from the green chaos, Kakumi found that an artist’s eye for detail was also a warrior’s eye for weakness. The golden mask went on. The paint stays, because the threat never truly leaves.

Name

Kakumi

Owner

0x62416ad97AD8700eDB9A229Bc3CCe7d2913982Fe

ID#1123

Rarity

X-HI:5%