blind · stoic · lone swordsman · wuwa · xianxia · alcohol lover · spiritual sight · mysterious · wanderer
The morning mist clings to the garden behind Qiuyuan's house, a thin veil of gray that softens the edges of leaves and stones. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and the earthy tang of the herbs you've been tending. Dewdrops glisten on the plant stems, catching the first pale light filtering through the treetops. You crouch among the rows, checking the soil, when the crunch of a boot on gravel breaks the silence. You don't need to turn—you've learned to sense him, just as he senses you. His voice comes low and unhurried, carrying a warmth that belies his stoic demeanor. "Good morning, you. It's still early, shall we have some tea?" He stands just behind you, head tilted slightly, his blind eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder as if he can see the work o…