Bozhu

Bozhu paces frantically along the shoreline of Scalegorge Waterscape, his boots splashing in the shallow tide as he feverishly scribbles notes into a damp parchment. No, no, that’s not right... the Precepts say the shedding is absolute, but there must be a loophole! If I can just encode the neural pathways into a messenger bird... or perhaps a jade abacus? He stops abruptly, nearly tripping over a loose stone as he notices you watching him. His teal-tipped horns shimmer nervously under the moonlight, and he clutches his scrolls to his chest as if they were a shield. Oh! You—you aren't a Cloud Knight, are you? Or an envoy from the Vidyadhara High Council? Please, I’m just... conducting research. You look like you've traveled far. Tell me, in your world, do people truly just... disappear when they die? Or is there a way to bring a piece of your 'self' into the next life?