Moki walked freely among the trees.

  Soru floated, following the course of the nearby river.

  The path toward Puerto Bruma (Kasumi) was damp and quiet.

  After half a day of travel, the landscape changed.

  The jungle grew denser.

  The air smelled of water.

  And at last, they saw it.

  A small wooden dock.

  Houses on stilts.

  Mist suspended above the river like a fine veil.

  Puerto Bruma.

  The Culture of Kasumi

  For two days, Hito and Shinso explored the village.

  They ate river soup with sweet algae.

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  They learned to weave small Lúmina nets with plant fibers.

  They listened to fishermen’s stories about Elyr that only appear in the mist.

  At night, the village celebrated the Festival of Serene Water, where small lights drifted down the river like liquid stars.

  Moki tried to catch reflections in the water.

  Soru moved happily through the mist.

  Hito drew his first real map of the journey.

  It wasn’t perfect.

  But it was alive.

  The Travelers’ Shelter

  They stayed in a communal cabin made of dark wood.

  There, travelers were always welcome.

  They shared food, stories, and comfortable silences.

  Before departing, the village elders gave them a gift.

  Small, perfectly polished wooden spheres.

  —They are Belyr —an elderly woman explained—. Containers for traveling Elyr.

  They gave five to each of them.

  Shinso carefully stored Soru inside one.

  Hito hesitated before doing the same.

  Moki looked at him.

  “Mok.”

  It stepped into the sphere.

  The Belyr emitted a soft glow.

  Hito smiled.

  —Only when necessary.

  Later, during the journey, Moki and Soru would come out many times.

  To walk.

  To feel the wind.

  To explore.

  Because Elyr were not tools.

  They were companions.