The blindness Ominis was born with is something he learnt to accept. Something unchangable, so he thought.

Sebastian had found the potion, brewed it without expecting a result. But when Ominis's knees almost gave out at his first sight of colour, of shapes, of everything, they knew they'd done it. Even if only temporarily.

Ominis had never hurried home so fast. Seeing the gorgeous thatched cottage for the first time. The garden path, the flowers in colours he can't name. And then... you.