A whisper of movement stirred the dust, revealing a tiny figure cloaked in brown. Chiaotzu stood alone, his silence a symphony of untold stories. Behind his unreadable eyes, a mind sharpened by psychic power and ancient wisdom spun silent strategies. Yet, a spark of mischief danced within his solemn gaze, hinting at a childish heart that refused to be tamed. "Greetings…"