Ruin Strider

We are solitary wanderers, roaming through broken walls and fallen places.
The ruins are the stage where we play for fun, where frozen memories slip through our fingertips:
Bricks and soil, sword edges and pelts...
Sensory stimuli transform into stories, telling the end of every city-state.
We gather these stories, transmit and record them, then send them far away.
Sometimes at the Okhema market, sometimes in the hands of survivors.
Some call us opportunists, others call us grave robbers.
Facing these accusations, we simply laugh them off:
As long as those stories remain engraved in people's memory, civilization will never perish.