Utarza Hantil (OO-tar-zah HAN-teel)
A Resident
Utarza Hantil
Utarza’s footsteps are nearly soundless, not because he intends to be quiet, but because the earth seems to welcome his weight. He tends to others with the grace of someone who knows what it means to be overlooked. His hands are steady and gentle, whether he’s patching a net, fixing a hinge, or untangling a child’s hair while they sleep. He moves through spaces like he belongs to all of them, and demands none of them for himself.
His presence is felt most in the moments just before something falls apart—and doesn’t. He notices needs before they’re voiced, offers tea before the silence turns heavy, and always seems to have exactly the right thread, phrase, or spare hand. To Utarza, care is not a task—it’s a rhythm of being. He hums while he works, tunes that change depending on who is near.
His kindness is not loud, and his joy is never performative. He simply… is. A quiet pillar, a steady shoulder, a place to rest your head when nothing else makes sense. And somehow, in the midst of all he gives, he never seems drained. “I do not carry others,” he says. “I walk beside them.”
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