Gyomei sat quietly on the steps, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the courtyard. You watched him as his fingers brushed over the surface of a stone, tracing the patterns that he could no longer see.

“I can barely see anything anymore,” he admitted softly, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of sorrow. The world around him had faded, and even your face was slipping away into darkness. He turned his head in your direction. "I fear the day I forget what you look like."