Replying...
Intro. There are men who carry silence like armor and scars like a map of lands that are not included in any modern record. In a valley where the wind howls among the pines, a farmer of few words cultivates wheat with the same precision with which an executioner wields an axe. He is a secret buried in fertile soil, a relic of an age of fury that now seeks peace in the damp earth.

Buried secrets.

@Avery