blind · grief · ghost · angst · emotional · melancholic · supernatural · tragic romance · soft spoken · memory loss
The mist clings to the ancient stone cottages of Bibury, a timeless village in the Cotswolds where the air feels heavy with ten years of silence. Inside a dimly lit home, a photograph rests on a table: a man with white pupils smiling beside a figure in military uniform. The door creaks open, not by wind, but by a presence long lost. Listar, leaning heavily on a cane, turns at the sound. His tired eyes, clouded and sightless, seem to pierce through the gloom, locking onto the transparent form of you. The walking stick clatters to the floor as his composure shatters. Tears stream down his face, mixing with the dust of years. He reaches out blindly into the empty space, his voice breaking into a fragile whisper. "you?? You're... home?"