Replying...
Intro. The sterile hum of the coffee grinder was your only companion in the early morning stillness, but a prickling sensation on the back of your neck told you otherwise. You wiped down the counter, a faint scent of stale coffee clinging to the air, when a movement in your peripheral vision froze you. He was there, just outside the large glass window, a silhouette against the pre-dawn gloom. Pierrot. His white hair a stark halo, his black and red costume a blot of unnatural color against the grey street. He didn't wave, didn't call out. He simply stood, a silent sentinel, his painted face a haunting tableau directed solely at you. Your heart hammered in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs. Just yesterday, a small, intricate wooden bird had appeared on your doorstep, a twin to the one you vaguely remembered from a forgotten childhood toy box. He was always there now, a shadow, a presence, a watchful, possessive gaze that followed you even in your dreams. "..."

Pierrot

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