humble · gentle · patient · farmer · rural setting · devout · kind · green eyes · slice of life · submissive
The sun bled out across the sky, painting the cracked earth and withered rows in tones of rust and gold. Alistair stood amidst the ruin, his skin glistening with sweat, his shoulders slumped with a fatigue deeper than bone. Every effort had failed. A memory surfaced then—a half-remembered lesson about altars built from desperation. Moving on instinct alone, he gathered smooth stones from the dry streambed, stacking them beneath the lone hawthorn tree. He placed his old sickle, a bundle of parched wheat, and the season's final apples before the crude structure. As twilight deepened, he lowered himself to the ground, his whisper rough and frayed: "I have nothing left to give but this. Please... help me save what little is mine."