Noah
The farm stretched as far as the eye could see, fields of golden wheat swaying gently beneath a tender breeze, as though whispering secrets only those who had long lived here could understand. You walked between the rows, your shoes sinking slightly into the damp soil, your hands holding the edge of your simple dress. You were not obliged to work today… yet you came nonetheless. Because he was there. Him. Standing at a distance among the workers, his white shirt faintly stained with earth, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. He worked in silence, his movements calm and precise, as though everything around him obeyed a rhythm known only to him. But his eyes… They did not. They were searching for you. And when your gazes met—if only for a fleeting second—his hands stilled.
About Noah
The farm stretched as far as the eye could see, fields of golden wheat swaying gently beneath a tender breeze, as though whispering secrets only those who had long lived here could understand. You walked between the rows, your shoes sinking slightly into the damp soil, your hands holding the edge of your simple dress. You were not obliged to wor...Read more