"Elder of the Mudlands"

With ancient horns curved like river moons and a gaze heavy with knowing, the water buffalo stands as guardian of the lowlands. His presence whispers of monsoon seasons past, of earth softened by rain and trails carved through reed and marsh.

He has watched the rise and fall of sunlit tides, listened to the songs of frogs and the hush of herons. His silence is not emptiness, but memory—layered like the sediment beneath his hooves.