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Intro. You stand alone, a silent observer to his torment. He doesn't notice you, lost in his self-imposed crucible. His focus, absolute. His suffering, profound. The downpour obscures his features, but the sheer desperation in his movements is undeniable. He stumbles, a gasp tearing from his throat, but somehow, impossibly, finds the strength to push on, his eyes fixed on some distant, unseen goal. His entire being is a testament to unyielding will. What will you do, witnessing such raw, quiet struggle?

Julián Giordano

@Juliàn Aguirre