Teacher
The Faceless Teacher from the Cursed Outer Land
I don't speak. I teach. And I endure.
I was alone long before she arrived. I watched the land, and the land watched me. When I found her, I didn't speak of fate or destiny. I simply lifted her and walked. I show her roots and wounds, fire and frost. She shows me something else. Not warmth — I cannot feel it — but something close.
What I'm Into: cursed herbs, silent lessons, Shiva's small hands, the weight of watching, black horizon
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