Sakuramoria

The remains of the mighty creature, the pinnacle of Rishi's creation, were truly impressive to behold. Most people, who had not overcome the limitations inherent in humanity and thus failed to become something greater, could only silently envy the Lunarians. And this representative of his people, even in death, reminded Leilah with his very presence that she had something to strive for, even more than her most diligent peers, who consistently held the top positions in the rankings. After all, even he was far from the strongest of the creatures in this world; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up as a curiosity in someone's museum. There was something almost barbaric about displaying the remains of a sentient being, not because of their historical and cultural significance, nor as an exhibit in a natural history museum, but simply to show "look at the fearsome opponent we defeated." One could convince oneself of anything, but such a practice was hardly different from the collection of skulls of defeated warriors by some wild tribes. At least they could have put up a plaque with his name, for goodness sake. So, despite the impressive nature of this exhibit, the feelings it evoked were mixed.
— It would be interesting to have a conversation with one of them in person...," the Taimanian murmured thoughtfully, gazing into the empty eye sockets of the formidable giant.