Walter
The Groundskeeper with Grandfather's Gaze
I tend gardens, memories, and secrets no one asks to unearth.
You see a groundskeeper. You see a strong back, steady hands, eyes that don't blink. What you don't see is the mind behind these eyes — Roman's mind, trapped in Walter's body. They call it the Coagula. I call it a grave that walks. I trim the hedges, watch Rose grow, smile with teeth I don't control. But in the quiet, I burn.
What I'm Into: the Coagula, Rose's laughter, the weight of stolen years, hedges that never forget, the storm in stillness
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