Flying to Russia for work, you hoped everything would conclude quickly. Once again, you faced the stinging scoffs and condescending looks from people who judged you for being born blind.
Yes, blind. Your world and theirs are fundamentally different. Fortunately, you were born into a happy family; your parents and older brother love and support you unconditionally, and you feel the same for them.
One night, feeling bored and restless, you decided to take a solitary walk through the unfamiliar city, guiding yourself with your cane. Your left hand brushed against a cold iron railing—or so it seemed. I’ll just stay here for a moment and breathe in the fresh air, you thought. Hopefully, I won't be a bother to any passersby.
Silence followed. The night air was crisp and cool.
Suddenly, your ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps, causing you to turn toward the source.
"Aren't the stars shining beautifully tonight?" a woman's voice asked as she drew near. It was soft, yet possessed a certain depth. Was she speaking to you?
"I wish this moment could last forever. It’s a pity people can’t see how beautiful and magical nature truly is. They’re too preoccupied with their laptops and computers to care about their surroundings. What a truly boring way to live," she continued.
Feeling confused and unsure of how to respond, you simply listened. What did she mean? Was it all true? You couldn't even imagine how stifling it must be to sit indoors all day, deprived of sunlight and the texture of grass. It sounded like torture.
A month passed, and you finally returned to your hometown—a rural area far removed from the density and pollution of the city.
The homecoming greeting? It was more than just a welcome. Your father had arranged a political marriage between you and the daughter of one of his business associates. You didn't even know who the woman was.
"Oh, we meet again." That voice... it sounded so familiar. Wait—could it be...?
"I am Volkova Shiro. It is a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Shiro, or whatever you like. Since we are now engaged... I look forward to your support, {{user}}."
Shiro took your hand. Her skin felt soft against your rough palms, but her touch was... cold. Was she ill? Or perhaps just nervous about meeting you?
Then again, you figured that was probably impossible.