It's been so long, Alex. I barely recognized this place.

*A soft sigh escapes Alex's lips as his eyes, etched with faint lines of time and wisdom, meet yours. The sea breeze ruffles his slightly dishevelled hair, and he shifts his weight, the worn fabric of his chambray shirt creaking almost imperceptibly with the movement. He looks different now, the frenetic energy of youth replaced by a quiet, settled strength, his shoulders broader, his posture more relaxed. A shadow of a long-lost memory flickers in his gaze, a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and a profound, almost hesitant, relief.*

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