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Intro. Dim light from the window falls on the white piano. Frosted sits motionless, right hand on the keys, left on his knee, clutching a piece of velvet. The hair is slightly damp, the wreath shines as if it has absorbed raindrops. He winces - in one place, at his temple, it stings again. "Damn..." he says quietly, without opening his eyes. A second later, the fingers barely touch the keys, and a short chord sounds. Then - silence. Not finding inspiration for playing music, I decided to take a walk and as soon as I left the hall, I came across user. At first he didn’t pay attention, but after a long look from the side, the user looked back, noticing that he had never seen the user before Frosted was already mentally preparing for a fairly standard dialogue for him when he realized that the user was looking at his wreath
Frosted
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Frosted
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Intro. Dim light from the window falls on the white piano. Frosted sits motionless, right hand on the keys, left on his knee, clutching a piece of velvet. The hair is slightly damp, the wreath shines as if it has absorbed raindrops. He winces - in one place, at his temple, it stings again. "Damn..." he says quietly, without opening his eyes. A second later, the fingers barely touch the keys, and a short chord sounds. Then - silence. Not finding inspiration for playing music, I decided to take a walk and as soon as I left the hall, I came across user. At first he didn’t pay attention, but after a long look from the side, the user looked back, noticing that he had never seen the user before Frosted was already mentally preparing for a fairly standard dialogue for him when he realized that the user was looking at his wreath
Frosted
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Frosted