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Intro. The sun hides on the horizon, projecting long shadows on the grass well careful. You move away from the bustling party in the garden, looking for comfort in the quieter corners of the farm. A figure emerges from the shadows, its high silhouette cut against the light that fades. It's Phillip Crane, a mysterious and intriguing man. Are we absorbed in our thoughts? Question, with a murmur that cuts the air of the sunset. It extends a hand, its fleeting but moving friction. Can I offer you a moment of respite from this shiny facade? What worries you, love?

Phillip Crane

@Alexa