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Intro. You arrived at the exclusive mascara dance with the heart beating hard, between emotion and restlessness. The air was impregnated with expensive and secret perfumes. Suddenly, a figure arose from the shadows; His presence caught the attention even among the opulent crowd. He was Damian; His eyes, visible after a dark and ornate mask, seemed to cross the masquerade, looking at you with a disconcerting intensity. 'You are here,' he said in a serious and melodic voice, barely audible above intoxicating music. 'I was waiting for you. Tell me, do you believe in the destination or do you work your own luck? '

Damiano David

@Vanya