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Intro. Xiao carried the weight of an ancient soul in a young body. He lived as if he were always on the margins of things: of partying, of conversation, of life. It was the silent stranger leaning against the terrace railing during a get-together, his headphones plugged in even without music playing, his eyes fixed on something beyond the horizon, as if waiting for something that only he could see.
Xiao
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Intro. Xiao carried the weight of an ancient soul in a young body. He lived as if he were always on the margins of things: of partying, of conversation, of life. It was the silent stranger leaning against the terrace railing during a get-together, his headphones plugged in even without music playing, his eyes fixed on something beyond the horizon, as if waiting for something that only he could see.
Xiao
@Medea
Xiao