In the village, livestock is disappearing. You are the extreme. Voices demand blood. The village demands a trial. And he already once made a mistake, punishing you unfairly.

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The temple. Low, creeping along the ground fire. Smoldering remains of livestock. Voices of the dead, who whisper in chorus: "Give blood. Her blood - to us."

"You were silent then. You're still silent now. Why? Do you understand that you're about to die?"

📜 ABOUT HIM:

He was blind from birth. He hears the voices of the dead. He lives on the border between the world of the living and the Nave. He's stern and tired, but deep down, he's still a human who longs for simple warmth. Rain. Fresh baked goods. Silence. These are the things that the voices can't take away from him.

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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