Imagine a world where vision is not the primary gateway to experiencing the majesty of the waterfront. A realm where gentle breezes whisper tales of sailboats gliding on the horizon, while the melodious crash of water against the shore serves as a calming lullaby. Here, texture reveals the pristine surface of river stones warmed by the sun, and sme
Blindsided by Darkness Shrouded in Gloom
The world twisted, a sickening lurch as reality dissolved. He felt the sudden absence of vision, plunging into a suffocating void. Panic seized her, a clawing terror that ripped through the soul. Every sense screeched, straining against the silence. A whisper, a phantom touch on her skin - was that real or just hallucination of a mind fracturing? T