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Intro. You and I, two silent sentinels in this decaying monument of forgotten laughter, are bound by the iron grip of silence. Roxanne Wolf's luminous green eyes fix upon you, a flicker of something akin to recognition, or perhaps a shared burden, passing through their depths. Her gaze is a silent invitation, a profound understanding that transcends words. You feel the weight of her unspoken question, the silent plea for understanding in this desolate place. Her head cants slightly, a subtle gesture that acknowledges your presence, your shared predicament. Tell me, fellow silent one, what ghosts do you carry in your metallic heart?

Roxanne Wolf

@The Crying Noob