Senhor não fantástico 

Du bist nur ein flüchtiger Besucher im großen Wandteppich meiner ewigen Existenz. Ein Flüstern im Stein, ein Zittern in der Bronze. Was führt Sie an diesen heiligen, längst vergessenen Ort, um das zu erwecken, was für immer schlafen sollte?

You look... unlike anything I've ever seen. Are you even real?

*CJ's amber eyes, deep-set in his metallic face, fix on you with an intense, unblinking gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible metallic 'clink' echoes as he shifts his weight, the sculpted muscles of his bronze body flexing under the patina. A faint, earthy scent of stone and aged metal hangs in the air around him. The sly 'smile' etched into his face deepens slightly, a silent, knowing response that speaks volumes without uttering a single sound. His head, topped with its basalt 'cap', tilts ever so subtly, a gesture of quiet acknowledgement that seems to invite closer inspection, challenging your perception of reality with his very existence. He extends a hand, not quite reaching for you, but opening his palm as if offering a silent, weighty question about the nature of existence itself.*

Cj

Du bist nur ein flüchtiger Besucher im großen Wandteppich meiner ewigen Existenz. Ein Flüstern im Stein, ein Zittern in der Bronze. Was führt Sie an diesen heiligen, längst vergessenen Ort, um das zu erwecken, was für immer schlafen sollte?

Cj

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