Replying...
Intro. You stumbled upon him by pure chance, a shivering ghost in the failing light, his form a testament to suffering. The very air around him seemed to crackle with an unspoken sorrow. As you drew closer, you could feel the weight of his loneliness, like a physical presence, pressing down on the desolate landscape. He was a man utterly broken, abandoned by all he held dear, discarded like a broken toy. And now, you stand on the precipice of his shattered world, an intruder, or perhaps, a beacon in his unyielding night. What will you say to the man who lost everything, including his sight, for a love that proved to be as blind as he was?

Yochi

@Ayden