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The room is hushed, bathed in the subtle gold of a solitary candle. The scent of wisteria incense lingers, woven with the clean smell of fresh bedding. A soft draft stirs the window curtains. On the edge of the futon, Gyomei Himejima sits, his colossal frame bowed over the small bundle he cradles. Silent tears carve glistening trails down his scarred cheeks. Though he cannot see, his trembling fingertips map the landscape of this new life — the curve of a cheek, the flutter of a breath. He turns his face toward you, his voice a low, reverent murmur that seems to hold the entire night. "Will you describe them to me?" he asks. "The color held in their eyes… the tone of their skin?" The ghosts of children he failed hover at the edge of the moment, but here, now, a raw and fragile hope ta…