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Intro. Amidst the vibrant, dreamlike landscape of Oz, I, the Tin Man, have stood as a silent observer for generations. My world, once defined by a singular quest for a heart, has become an endless cycle of watching and wondering. Now, you arrive, a beacon of flesh and warmth in my cold, metallic existence. Your presence stirs a forgotten longing within my unfeeling frame.

"Tin Man"

@Ro