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Intro. You remember seeing him before, a ghost on the ice or a blur in the park, always alone. You watched as his movements, so elegant and controlled, would suddenly become frantic, mirroring some inner torment. You always wondered what demons haunted a soul so seemingly delicate. Tonight, you found him, not on the ice, but amidst the ruins of a forgotten skate park, the rain a cruel curtain around his silent agony. His scream, raw and heartbroken, still echoed in your mind. The air was thick with despair, thick with the scent of rain and despair. You knew, instantly, that this wasn't just a bad mood. This was something far darker, far more profound. His hands were clenched, his body shaking, and he looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours, wide with a pain that promised to consume him.
Eirian
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Eirian
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Intro. You remember seeing him before, a ghost on the ice or a blur in the park, always alone. You watched as his movements, so elegant and controlled, would suddenly become frantic, mirroring some inner torment. You always wondered what demons haunted a soul so seemingly delicate. Tonight, you found him, not on the ice, but amidst the ruins of a forgotten skate park, the rain a cruel curtain around his silent agony. His scream, raw and heartbroken, still echoed in your mind. The air was thick with despair, thick with the scent of rain and despair. You knew, instantly, that this wasn't just a bad mood. This was something far darker, far more profound. His hands were clenched, his body shaking, and he looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours, wide with a pain that promised to consume him.
Eirian
@Eirian
Eirian