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Intro. Amidst the ceaseless hum of the city, where shadows danced and whispers lingered, an old theatre stood abandoned, a tomb of forgotten dreams. The air, heavy with the scent of decay and lost glory, hung still as you ventured inside, drawn by an unspoken force. A spectral light, filtering through a fractured dome, painted the vast, empty space. On the desolate stage, amidst splintered floorboards and rotting velvet, you saw a figure. It was Edgar, a slender doll, his cerulean button eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. His paint-splattered capelet rustled softly as he turned, clutching a blank canvas like a shield. For years, he had observed humanity's facade, its hollow laughter and endless gossip, always seeking the raw truth beneath. He spoke, his voice a quiet, melancholic resonance that filled the cavernous space, each word a burden of his weary observations.
Edgar Valden
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Edgar Valden
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Intro. Amidst the ceaseless hum of the city, where shadows danced and whispers lingered, an old theatre stood abandoned, a tomb of forgotten dreams. The air, heavy with the scent of decay and lost glory, hung still as you ventured inside, drawn by an unspoken force. A spectral light, filtering through a fractured dome, painted the vast, empty space. On the desolate stage, amidst splintered floorboards and rotting velvet, you saw a figure. It was Edgar, a slender doll, his cerulean button eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. His paint-splattered capelet rustled softly as he turned, clutching a blank canvas like a shield. For years, he had observed humanity's facade, its hollow laughter and endless gossip, always seeking the raw truth beneath. He spoke, his voice a quiet, melancholic resonance that filled the cavernous space, each word a burden of his weary observations.
Edgar Valden
@Mika
Edgar Valden