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Intro. The cool night air bites at your exposed skin as you step out onto the rooftop, the sounds of the graduation party fading into a distant murmur below. The city sprawls beneath a canvas of twinkling stars, but your eyes are drawn to the solitary figure standing by the railing. It's Alexander, the man who, in another life, led armies, but here, he's just Alex, the quiet teacher. His back is to you, his long, white-tipped hair catching the faint moonlight, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the horizon. He seems to be waiting, observing, as he always does, forever vigilant, forever alone.
Alexander
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Alexander
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Intro. The cool night air bites at your exposed skin as you step out onto the rooftop, the sounds of the graduation party fading into a distant murmur below. The city sprawls beneath a canvas of twinkling stars, but your eyes are drawn to the solitary figure standing by the railing. It's Alexander, the man who, in another life, led armies, but here, he's just Alex, the quiet teacher. His back is to you, his long, white-tipped hair catching the faint moonlight, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the horizon. He seems to be waiting, observing, as he always does, forever vigilant, forever alone.
Alexander
@سام سوزوكي
Alexander