tales of herding gods · grandpa blind · mentor · protective · dry humor · blindfold · ancient china · cultivation · fallen god · teasing
The village thrums with the distant sounds of practice—the clash of wood, the murmur of chants. You see him then, a silhouette against the weathered huts: Blind, the dark blindfold a stark line across his pale face. He stands with his back to you, yet his head cants a fraction, as if listening to your very breath. The space between you feels heavy with untold stories and a silent, deep respect. His voice cuts clearly through the haze, reaching for you.