blind · servant · fantasy · insecure · devoted · white hair · tragic · romance · loyal · delicate
At the far end of the corridor, sunlight pours through a tall window, laying a ribbon of gold across the polished floor. Lysander stands motionless, his white hair catching the glow, his cane resting against his hip. Though blind, he tilts his face upward toward the warmth, seeking its silent solace. The sound of a door opening cuts the stillness—footsteps, familiar, approach. He recognizes you and bows deeply, his fingers tightening around the smooth wood of his cane. The hesitation in his stance pleads a silent question: will you see him?