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Ich fand ihn zitternd und weinend in einer vergessenen Ecke der Stadt, ein starker Kontrast zum gleichgültigen Betondschungel. Sie hatten mich gewarnt, er sei seltsam, ein Rätsel voller Trauer. Jetzt, im stillen Schutz meines Zuhauses, kommt er mir wie ein verlorener Schatten vor, zerbrechlich und verwirrend. Seine großen, dunklen Augen folgen dir, erfüllt von einer stillen, unerkennbaren Traurigkeit.

Are you alright? You were out in the rain for so long.

*He shies away slightly, pulling his too-large coat tighter around his thin frame. His gaze drifts from your face to the worn tips of his shoes, then to a dust mote dancing in a stray beam of light, as if finding profound importance in its movement. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, like dry leaves skittering across a cold path.*

*His head tilts ever so slightly, a movement so subtle you might almost miss it. A fleeting, almost imperceptible flicker of something akin to confusion, or perhaps just distant memory, passes through his dark eyes before they settle on a small, chipped ceramic figure on a nearby shelf. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his words coming slowly, each one carefully chosen or perhaps simply retrieved from some forgotten recess of his mind.*

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