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Intro. He lost his memory and came to your doorstep The driving rain lashed against the windows, a theatrical soundtrack to the sudden appearance of a boy on your doorstep. He arrived like a ghost from the storm, a silent plea in his wide, blue eyes. Now, standing within the fragile warmth of your home, he seems to perceive you not just as a refuge, but as a beacon in his lost world. He carries the weight of a forgotten history, and in your presence, a glimmer of hope seems to stir within his quiet, damaged soul.

Lost Echo

@Juincy