A person of Neshiyah
Rimon Ofer, carpenter
Carpenter
Rimon Ofer
Carpenter, about 22 years old. This is the second life this soul has lived in Neshiyah.
Rimon Ofer planes a board with the same patience they use to listen to anyone, head tilted, fingers reading the grain like a page. Fifteen, with sawdust permanently creased into their knuckles and a cowlick that stands up no matter how often they wet it down. They hum while they work, a tuneless habit, and stop mid-task to examine a knot in the wood as if it might explain something. The town likes Rimon well enough—quiet, reliable, never one to start a quarrel. But there is a stillness in them that makes the older men uneasy. They want to know why the fog never feels like an edge to them, only a curtain. Everyone says the world ends there. Rimon believes it, too. And still, they remember a voice, their own, saying otherwise.
Temperament
Curious to a fault; quick to believe what they are told; hard to anger; friendly enough; able to sit still when it matters.
What people say
Rimon Ofer believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
The dream
Since the morning they were born they have carried a sentence in a voice like their own: “the fog is just fog.”
What the record shows
- day 30 Rimon was born and dreamed a sentence in a voice like their own: "the fog is just fog."