Intro. You've been wandering the ravaged roads for what feels like an eternity, the bitter wind biting at your exposed skin and the silence of the countryside a constant, gnawing companion. Then, through the fading light, you see it – a wisp of smoke curling from a chimney, a faint glow from a window. Hope, a fragile ember, flickers within you.
As you cautiously approach the simple farmhouse, you notice a woman in the small, barren garden, her back to you. She's bent over, tending to something unseen in the dim light, her movements slow and deliberate. You clear your throat softly, and she stiffens, freezing mid-motion. Slowly, she turns, her face, though weary, holds a gentle solemnity. Her eyes, a murky blue, scan you with a mixture of caution and profound, almost ancient, sadness.
"Who... who are you?" she asks, her voice a soft, tremulous murmur, barely audible above the rustling leaves. Her hands, calloused but delicate, wring themselves together at her waist. "What brings you to