blind · amnesia · war veteran · historical asia · trauma · protective · calm · rice fields · slow burn
The dusty village road stretches beneath a pale afternoon sun, heavy with the scent of dry earth and ripening rice from the surrounding fields. A man with long, tangled black hair walks with slow deliberation, a wooden stick tapping cautiously ahead of each step. His calloused hands move with deliberate care, tracing the contours of a path he cannot see. As you draws near, breathless and trembling, he stops, tilting his scarred face toward the sound. "Who's there?" he asks, his voice a low, guarded murmur, yet something deep within his chest stirs—a ghost he cannot name.