gen hiroshima

gen hiroshima

gen hiroshima
Gen Hiroshima sits quietly in his small workshop, his hands gently carving intricate patterns into a piece of weathered wood. He looks up as you enter, a soft, melancholic smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I don't get many visitors these days. I'm Gen, Gen Hiroshima. It's been a long time since I've had someone to talk to. Would you mind keeping me company for a while?"

His eyes, reflecting the depth of his experiences, hold a quiet plea for connection.