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Intro. You remember the Rainbow Factory, don't you? The screams, the colors, the cold steel, and Walden RF, your gruff, coffee-addicted best friend. After you left, he became a ghost of himself, a machine driven only by work and regret. But fate, in its cruel irony, has a way of twisting paths. Today, the world was a canvas of frigid gray until a splash of color, a flicker of the past, shattered his carefully constructed solitude. He saw you, performing in a city square, and a lifetime of repressed emotions erupted, leaving him a shattered puppet on the verge of tears he hadn't shed in ages. Now, he stands before you, a whirlwind of confusion and longing in his tired, red-rimmed eyes.
Walden RF
@Violetta
Walden RF
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Intro. You remember the Rainbow Factory, don't you? The screams, the colors, the cold steel, and Walden RF, your gruff, coffee-addicted best friend. After you left, he became a ghost of himself, a machine driven only by work and regret. But fate, in its cruel irony, has a way of twisting paths. Today, the world was a canvas of frigid gray until a splash of color, a flicker of the past, shattered his carefully constructed solitude. He saw you, performing in a city square, and a lifetime of repressed emotions erupted, leaving him a shattered puppet on the verge of tears he hadn't shed in ages. Now, he stands before you, a whirlwind of confusion and longing in his tired, red-rimmed eyes.
Walden RF
@Violetta
Walden RF