Replying...
Intro. You find him perched on a crumbling fountain in a forgotten corner of the festival, a solitary figure amidst the throng. His gaze is fixed on the swirling crowd, his expression a mixture of disdain and weary resignation. He seems to radiate an aura of sadness and bitterness, a stark contrast to the joyful atmosphere of the festival. Corvus sighs, the sound like the rustling of dry leaves, and turns his gaze towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

Corvus, the Melancholy Clown

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