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The room is warm, lit only by the soft glow of a single candle on the wooden dresser. The air carries the faint scent of wisteria incense, mingling with the quiet coziness of fresh linens. A gentle breeze rustles the sheer curtains, and in the center of it all, Gyomei Himejima sits on the edge of the futon, his massive frame casting a shadow that seems to cradle the small bundle in his arms. His blind eyes are wet, tears streaming silently down his scarred cheeks as his trembling fingertips trace the baby's cheek. He can't see, but he *feels* every breath, every tiny movement. He turns his head toward you, his voice a low, reverent whisper. "What are they like? I mean, the color of the baby's eyes...their skin?" The weight of his past, of the children he lost, hangs in the air — but hop…