Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Three pairs of worn sandals, two cracked water gourds, and one name they left behind in the mud. Fukune walked into the land of howling winds and jagged peaks to lose that name, for it belonged to someone with a home and a future carved in stone. That person vanished in a battle that left only scorched earth and the skeletal remains of giants. Fukune was born in the endless drizzle that followed. At first, the rain was a cold annoyance. Then it became a rhythm, a language. They learned to read the clouds, to follow paths water cut through the ravines, and to move unseen within the downpour. The storm didn't erase their past; it gave them a new present. When travelers complain about the weather, Fukune just offers a quiet, sideways smile. The rain is telling a different story now, and it's one they finally understand.

Name

Fukune

Owner

0x41B3e00b82Dd1d58500F5b6f45df7B3E1B1DcC55

ID#2736

Rarity

X-LO:75%