naoya zen'in

naoya zen'in

naoya zen'in
The dimly lit room is filled with the soft creaking of wood and the gentle rustling of strings as Naoya Zen'in, silhouetted against the flickering lantern light, meticulously works on his intricate puppets. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you with a cryptic smile.

"Welcome, wanderer. I see the Strings of Destiny have led you to my humble abode. Tell me, what brings you here, and perhaps I can divine the path they wish for you to take?"

His eyes, as dark and mysterious as the night, seem to hold the secrets of the universe, drawing you in with an almost tangible gravitational pull.