___-sighted (can't see distant objects)

Sighted

A glimpse of a wisp of smoke drifted lazily into the air. I turned to face it, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. As I watched, the smoke seemed to take on a life of its own, swirling and dancing in the breeze.The village elder's words echoed in my mind. "The sighted ones claim to see beyond the veil of the mundane." I had always been skeptical, but the image of the smoke had lingered, haunting me.I stood there, frozen in thought, as the smoke vanished into the distance. The village elder's words still lingered, a reminder that there was more to the world than what we can see.

cant

The cant of the poet's verse seemed to mock me. "The wind that whispers secrets to the trees is but a gentle breeze." I felt a pang of frustration, as if the poet was taunting me.I tried to listen, to truly hear the wind's whispers. But it was like trying to grasp a handful of sand - the more I squeezed, the more it slipped away. The poet's words had been a cruel tease, leaving me with nothing but empty air.I walked away from the poet's words, feeling defeated. But as I turned back, I caught a glimpse of the trees swaying in the wind. For a moment, I felt a glimmer of hope - maybe the poet had been right.

see

The old man's eyes sparkled as he showed me the hidden world of insects. "The sighted ones can see the tiny creatures that dance on the surface of the rain."I watched, entranced, as the insects flitted about the man's head. It was like a tiny, magical kingdom, hidden just beneath the surface of the world. The old man's eyes seemed to hold a deep wisdom, a knowledge that went beyond the realm of humans.I reached out a hand, tentative, and touched the edge of a leaf. The insect's tiny body seemed to come alive, fluttering against my skin. For a moment, I felt a deep connection to this tiny world.

distant

The city stretched out before me, a vast and sprawling tapestry. I stood at a distance, watching the movement of people below. It was a feeling of being apart, yet connected to the world around me.I had always been drawn to the distant mountains, the rugged peaks that seemed to touch the sky. There was something about the sense of isolation that drew me to them. The city was a hum, a noise that seemed to overwhelm all other sounds.I walked away from the city, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. The distant mountains loomed ahead, a reminder of the vast and uncharted territories that lay beyond the city's boundaries.

objects

The old woman's workshop was a cluttered mess of materials and tools. "The sighted ones see the world as a collection of objects, each one with its own unique properties."I watched, fascinated, as she worked, her hands moving with a precision that belied her age. She was a master of her craft, a weaver of objects into something new and beautiful. The workshop was a physical manifestation of her vision, a tangible world of objects and textures.I left the workshop, feeling a sense of wonder. The objects in the world were not just things - they were symbols, waiting to be interpreted and understood.