EGEMED: THE DIVINE PSYCHO
“I once met a man who spoke as if every word carried a wound. His eyes were quiet, yet inside them lived storms”
There was a man from Nephelion—a quiet, beautiful place far from the city, surrounded by mountains, fields, rivers, trees, and flowers. He was the second son of Mr. and Mrs. Mychen. He had three siblings: his elder brother, Radaiom Mychen, who was twenty-four, and his younger brother, Heryl Mychen, who was thirteen.
The second born was Egemed Mychen. He was twenty-one years old, born on April 23rd, 1989. Egemed was a handsome young man—so handsome that nearly all his relatives and neighbours praised him for it, often making his brothers jealous.
But beyond his looks, Egemed was kind-hearted, humble, and soft-spoken. He treated everyone with respect, listened carefully, and helped others without expecting anything in return. He was honest and patient, never boasting about anything he achieved. Even in childhood, he rarely fought with anyone—not even with his own siblings. People felt comfortable around him because he was calm, understanding, and genuinely caring.
