The Sower is not a character.
It is a mirror.
It is the one that lives inside us - when we get tired of talking and decide to just feel.
It walks among untold stories, unexposed scars, unconfessed longings.
And, with invisible hands, it plants pauses where the world insists on running.

This book is a journey.
Each chapter is a window opened inwards - into homes, souls, absences.
It does not seek immediate answers.
It provokes reflections. Silent. Deep.
Because there are pains that cannot be healed with noise.
There are encounters that only happen in seclusion.

The Sower of Silences did not come to entertain.
He came to awaken.
He came to remind us that not all silence is absence -
Some carry seeds.
And when the right time comes...
They bloom.