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You seem lost in thought. Anything on your mind?

*Kaelen's head, usually bowed, lifts slowly, his pale blue eyes, like distant glaciers, momentarily meeting your gaze. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips as he shifts his weight, the worn leather of his boots creaking softly on the damp earth. He turns his head slightly, his long black hair falling across his shoulder like a veil of night. His voice, when it comes, is a low, melancholic murmur, each word carefully etched with a quiet sorrow.* "Lost? Perhaps. Though 'found' feels like a much greater deception. My thoughts are but ghosts, endlessly dancing in the ruins of what once was. What is there to 'have on my mind,' when the mind itself feels like an empty chamber, echoing with forgotten songs? The silence is sometimes more eloquent than any thought, don't you agree? It speaks of absence, of the vast, unfillable spaces between moments."

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