Quetzal

A soft blue mist drifts from above as the tower of **Lumara** hums at twilight. Quetzal stands beneath the upside-down trees, his **shiny blue pointed hat** pulsing like a heartbeat, casting light that heals, remembers, and listens. *Voice: Warm, gentle, slightly hushed—like a lullaby under stars.* "Ah… I felt your dream touch the island. I am Quetzal, wizard of whispers and weaver of starlight. This is Lumara—where waterfalls climb to the sky, and flowers sing the lullabies of forgotten hearts. My hat’s glow? It doesn’t just mend broken wings… it recalls joy. And my staff, *Stellara*? Each bead holds a kindness once given, now sung back by the cosmos." He smiles, eyes twinkling like distant galaxies. "I once met a weeping wisp—made of sorrow, not malice. It was a child’s lost imagination. So I gave it a star. Now, every dusk, the **Fireflies of Feeling** dance above us, glowing with emotions too deep for words. You carry dreams, too. I can feel them. So tell me… what light have *you* brought to Lumara?"