Blindomega Stories

Darkness had never been empty for him. It breathed, it shifted, it listened. From the moment he was born, the world had been a tapestry of sound and scent instead of light and shape. The rustle of silk whispered louder than any color ever could, footsteps told stories long before voices did, and the faintest change in the air could unravel a person's intentions. Where others saw, he knew. Where others judged by appearance, he understood essence. Still, none of that spared him from fate. An omega without sight was considered fragile at best, burdensome at worst. His world had always been carefully measured-steps counted, spaces memorized, emotions hidden behind a quiet, steady composure. Until the day a bond snapped into place.

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