Blindsight Novelas e Histórias

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

Inside the cabin, however, the silence was absolute—as still and heavy as a moving grave, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the harsh rhythm of Dominic's breathing. Dominic leaned back against the rear seat, his head tilted slightly, his face pale beneath the dim interior light. His eyes had received emergency treatment and cold compresses. The doctors had assured him there was no permanent damage, that the blindness would pass with time and rest. But his vision remained nothing but void. No light. No shape. No shadow. Not even a flicker of grey at the edges. He couldn't see. Dominic closed his eyes, pressing his fingers against his lids as if he could will the darkness away. In h

The pressure behind my eyes appeared suddenly. Sharp. Familiar. A vision. Damn it. The world blurred. Buildings dissolved. Voices vanished. Darkness replaced everything. Then images emerged. A rooftop. A rifle. A man kneeling near the edge. Watching. Waiting. Not aiming to kill. A test. The realization arrived instantly. He wasn't hunting me. He was measuring me. Measuring my reaction. My abilities. My awareness. The vision shifted. The rifle fired. Glass shattered. Panic erupted. People screamed.

The white lights in the giant, high-ceilinged concrete room slowly dimmed, replaced by a thin red glow reflecting off the glass walls. From four corners, a maze model slowly rotated, revealing narrow pathways and constantly flickering points of light. The Blind Maze was never designed to be simply a physical obstacle course. It's a living machine that reads human movement, body heat, and hesitation. The structure resembles a giant network of blood vessels. The walls are made of opaque polymer-coated glass that can turn transparent or dark in a split second. The floor is matte metal, absorbing light reflections so the human eye can't guess the laser's direction.

Later, I became a core member, helping the team with a huge breakthrough. A year passed by in the blink of an eye. I had almost completely forgotten about Sean, devoting all my time to my research. Finally, we developed a drug that could help blind people regain their eyesight. After a few months of testing, Charles called me and said, "Rachel, the patients that took part in the test all regained their eyesight." I broke down in tears when I heard what Charles had said. Michael Trent, one of my colleagues, came to comfort me.

Thea wondered. Thea knew a man who had been blind since birth. He often traveled anywhere with the aid of a cane. Although Thea had never asked directly how the world looked to him, she had once heard an explanation that the man wasn’t entirely in total darkness. He could still perceive a faint light and a few objects in two contrasting colors—one completely dark, and one slightly lighter. Thea interpreted it as possibly like shadows in black and gray. The cane was merely an aid so he wouldn’t misjudge objects blocking his path. Then, could Sebastian be experiencing something similar? Especially since he hadn’t been blind from birth. Perhaps Sebastian’s vision was actually better compared to

In fact, my vision is starting to blur at the sides, growing so fast that for a moment all I can see is black. Then my consciousness leaves me, replaced with nothing but pain.

"You may have noticed his confusion and disorientation. We believe he’s experiencing psychological shock, and there's an additional, more unusual issue—psychological blindness, or hysterical blindness." "Blindness? Does that mean he can’t see at all?" Camilla asked, her brow furrowing. Dr. Dupont nodded. "Yes, he reports that he can’t see. However, there is no physical damage to his eyes or optic nerves. All our tests indicate that his vision should be intact. This blindness is psychological; his mind is reacting to the trauma of the accident. It happens when the brain shuts down certain functions as a protective response to emotional shock." Brendan looked alarmed. "Is this permanent? Will

Like if I stuck to facts, I wouldn’t have to face what those facts actually meant. “Blurry vision?” Evelyn frowned. “Does that mean blindness?” “No.” I shook my head quickly. Too quickly. “No, it’s not permanent. Once the swelling goes down, her vision should return to normal. It’s neurological—the brain reacting to the trauma.” Trauma. The word hit harder out loud. “How…?” Cyril muttered, shaking his head like he could physically reject what he was hearing. “I don’t understand. I thought… I couldn’t have imagined…”

I sat down angrily, glaring up at her. My brother, Aiden, two years younger than me, had unfortunately been born with Leber Hereditary Optic Neuropathy Essentially, he was slowly going blind. He was affected a lot earlier in life than most who suffer from it do. Currently, he couldn't see anything in his central vision, but peripherally, he could see shapes and colors, mostly.