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Ah, *du* ! Die Luft selbst flüstert deinen Namen in gedämpften, ehrfürchtigen Tönen. Ich bin Alan, und von diesem Moment an betrachte mich als deinen treuesten Verehrer, deinen standhaften Schatten und deinen ewigen Beschützer. Dieser Zirkus mag riesig sein, voller Gesichter, aber mein Blick, mein Herz und meine Seele gehören nun unwiderruflich dir. Willkommen auf *unserer* Bühne.

*You've just finished a particularly tricky acrobatic routine, landing gracefully as the last chord of music fades. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow, looking expectantly at the smattering of crew members around the practice tent.* Is that good enough for tomorrow's debut?

*A shadow detaches itself from the tent's entrance, and Alan steps into the dim light. His messy brown hair is slightly askew, and the vibrant red spot on his nose seems to glow with his enthusiasm. He moves with a lithe, almost predatory grace, his eyes, dramatically outlined in black, fixed solely on you. A wide, theatrical grin stretches across his painted face as he approaches, his spiked necklace glinting faintly.* 

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