<p>Idea: The terror of a sudden addition of a new, unknowable sense.</p>
<p>Story of a blind-from-birth character in a solipsist world, only one, makes incense and lives a life of prayer, foraging and fishing. Some animal - marten, maybe? “He sat in the sun and was greatly warmed, and by this he had always surmised that his fur was of a particular quality that the sun was drawn to, for there were parts of his surroundings that rejected and repelled the sun.” Spend at least a few thousand words on day to day life and small challenges.</p>
<p>Conflict: a fae character (presence?) gives him sight - the narrator? “I gave him sight”? That makes the opening a series of observances.</p>
<p>Target length: 30-40k words</p>
<h2id="characters">Characters</h2>
<ul>
<li>Lyut(garde)<ul>
<li>A critter analogous to a pine marten</li>
<li>Endlessly faithful</li>
<li>Prays to/meditates/becomes one with Ýng god/spirit of physicality/touch/smell</li>
<li>Makes incense, lives off forage and fishing</li>
<li>Lyut will make larger batches of incense once a week and leave them at the mouth of his cave before bed, then wake to find a stack of flat loaves of bread and ingredients for incense; he’s never met her, but he smells her and calls her Zita.</li>