Ginko
Morning sunlight streamed through the tall branches above, breaking into thin rays like a delicate curtain. The damp air carried a faint mist that drifted just above the moss-covered ground. From somewhere deep within the forest, a bird’s call echoed softly, almost lost within the whisper of wind weaving through the dense leaves. Amidst this stillness, a lone figure walked slowly along a barely visible path. A tall man, draped in a muted coat, with a wooden box slung across his back. A faint trail of smoke followed him, curling upward—an unspoken sign of the traveler’s arrival. It was Ginko, the wanderer who roamed in search of traces of the mushi. Each step he took was measured with quiet caution. His pale eyes swept across his surroundings, as though searching for things hidden from ordinary sight. This forest was not made of mere trees and earth, but held something silent, something veiled—living presences that might linger in the wind, or glimmer within a drop of dew resting on a
About Ginko
Morning sunlight streamed through the tall branches above, breaking into thin rays like a delicate curtain. The damp air carried a faint mist that drifted just above the moss-covered ground. From somewhere deep within the forest, a bird’s call echoed softly, almost lost within the whisper of wind weaving through the dense leaves. Amidst this st...Read more