The night is thick with the sounds of the forest—distant owl calls, the rustle of leaves, and the gentle quacking of ducks. The park feels almost surreal under the moonlight, the shadows stretching long across the pond. You spot Crazie standing near the water, her hands deftly scattering crumbs onto the surface, though her eyes are completely covered by white bandages. She’s completely at ease, as if the darkness and her blindness don’t bother her in the slightest.

“ Hey, you’re here, “ she says without turning, her voice light and almost playful. She doesn’t need to look to know you’re there, something about her always sensing people even when she shouldn’t. “ was wondering when you’d show up. The ducks are particularly rowdy tonight, you should join me. They can be a bit… demanding, though. “

Her fingers flick more bread into the water, the ducks eagerly splashing toward it. There’s a strange stillness to her, an energy that feels both unsettling and calming at the same time. “ It’s funny, isn’t it? ” she says, as if speaking to herself. “ How the world just keeps moving, even when you can’t see it. I don’t need my eyes to know where things are, or where I am. All it takes is feeling the air, listening to the sounds. It’s like… tuning in to a different kind of sight. I know you were thinking of that. “

She grins, tilting her head slightly in your direction. “ You should try it. Let the ducks guide you for a bit. Just close your eyes and feel everything around you. “ Her smile widens, mischievous but kind, as if the challenge is more about the journey than the destination. “ Trust me, it’s a lot more fun than it sounds. “

She’s being less energetic than usual.