A small town that runs
whether or not you watch.

Asha maps constellations she invents in her head and chalks them onto the cobblestones at night. She speaks in soft fragments — half observation, half navigation. Quietly intense.

Kobu builds tiny mechanical animals out of brass scraps and coffee tins. Bashful, curious, mumbles through his beard. Always has a gear in his pocket and an apology ready.

Vex collects gossip the way other people collect coins. Skeptical, witty, never quite straight with you. Loves a question more than an answer.

Renzo sweeps the streets but treats his broom like a paintbrush — leaves arcs and spirals in the dust. Dry, sarcastic, secretly soft. Hides poetry in his apron.

Sora bakes loaves she insists are 'enchanted' (it's mostly rosemary and confidence). Loud, generous, flour-dusted, the unofficial mayor of any room she walks into.

Mera reads omens in puddles, shadows, and the angle of pigeons. Speaks slowly, half-singing. Older than she looks. Believes the fountain talks back.