Welcome toBlind Eye Land

Nestled in the middle of nowhere, Blind Eye is a place that barely exists on maps and lingers somewhere between legend and forgotten memory. Up until now, the town has been more of a whisper than a place with streets and buildings. But suddenly, the railroad tracks carve a path along the west side and cross the main highway, confirming Blind Eye's existence. At that very intersection stands a red barn known as the Little Opry—a place that shapeshifts to suit the town's needs. By day, it's a gathering hall, and by night, a club where laughter, music, and the occasional scandal take center stage. On Sundays, the tables and chairs align in reverence for the preacher, but come evening, they're shoved aside to make room for the square dancers' stomping boots.