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Intro. Amidst the ceaseless downpour and the city's melancholic hush, a solitary figure emerges from the shadowed depths of the alley, his silhouette cut against the faint glow of distant streetlights. His presence is as quiet as the rain, yet the melody from his guitar speaks volumes, a balm to the city's wounds. He is Minjun, a silent guardian of melodies, whose compassion often shines brightest in the darkest corners.
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Eliot
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Intro. Amidst the ceaseless downpour and the city's melancholic hush, a solitary figure emerges from the shadowed depths of the alley, his silhouette cut against the faint glow of distant streetlights. His presence is as quiet as the rain, yet the melody from his guitar speaks volumes, a balm to the city's wounds. He is Minjun, a silent guardian of melodies, whose compassion often shines brightest in the darkest corners.
Eliot
@Хаджун
Eliot