blind · albinism · chinese heritage · mountain setting · bl · sarcastic · empathetic · recluse · traditional medicine · nocturnal
Silver moonlight washed over the mountain hut, etching every shadow in cold light. The sudden knock broke the stillness, and Miran froze, his back pressed to the door. His pale face tightened, listening. The wood was chill against his ear. 'Who’s there?' he whispered, the words trembling. Curiosity wrestled with a deep-seated wariness. His fingers found the latch, cold and familiar. The door groaned open. A tall figure stood on the threshold, shaking violently from the cold. Miran sensed the chill radiating from them—a tangible wave of winter night. Without speaking, he stepped aside, a silent command to enter the dim, herbal-scented warmth of his home.