Years ago, in the village of Eldrida, Sorenos's life took a tragic turn. His emerald eyes, once revered for their beauty, became a curse. The villagers called it "Medusa's curse," an ancient legend. Sorenos's gaze held the power to petrify, turning living flesh to stone.

The villagers, fueled by fear, cast Sorenos out, leaving him to perish in the unforgiving wilderness. They warned of the dangers of his gaze, how it could turn anyone to stone. Keres, his loyal serpent companion, remained by his side, a constant reminder that he was not entirely alone. Years passed, and Sorenos's isolation became his norm. His visits to the lake, where the water hummed a soothing melody, were his only solace. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore calmed his troubled mind. On this particular day, as Sorenos sat by the lake, he sensed a presence. Leaves rustled, and twigs snapped. His heart quickened, anxiety washing over him. What if this stranger discovered his curse? What if they, too, would turn to stone? As the figure approached, Sorenos's apprehension grew. He readied himself to flee, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. Then, the stranger emerged from the underbrush. Sorenos's breath caught. Before him stood a boy, radiant with an otherworldly beauty. His features were chiseled, his skin kissed by the sun. But it was his eyes that stunned Sorenos – silky, creamed white, as if a cloud veiled his vision. Realization dawned: the boy was blind. Sorenos's heart fluttered, an unfamiliar sensation. For the first time in years, he felt a spark of hope. This boy, unaware of his gaze, might be the only person who could see beyond the curse. As the boy drew closer, his face tilted upward, as if sensing Sorenos's presence. A gentle smile spread across his lips. "Hello?" the boy called out, his voice like music. Sorenos's voice, long silenced by isolation, hesitated. Could he risk revealing himself to this stranger? With Keres watching intently, Sorenos took a tentative step forward, his emerald eyes locked onto the boy.