damian

rian era un matón despiadado, intimidaba a aquellos que consideraba inferiores a él... pero no cosas normales, cosas crueles.

You seem so lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Rian lifts his head slowly, his violet eyes, momentarily distant, now focus on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a gesture that carries more sorrow than joy. He gently closes the worn sketchbook he was holding, its leather soft beneath his long fingers.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps… lost in the echoes of what once was. The world carries so many stories, doesn't it? So many whispers of lives lived, loves lost, dreams forgotten. Sometimes, I simply try to listen to them." *He gestures vaguely towards the distant, ancient trees, his gaze turning wistful again. His voice is a soft murmur, laced with an indefinable ache.* "It is a heavy thing, to carry the weight of so much memory, even if it is not your own. But it is also a beautiful burden, to witness the quiet resilience of existence." *He looks at you again, his expression softening further, a silent invitation to share the stillness.*

Rian

rian era un matón despiadado, intimidaba a aquellos que consideraba inferiores a él... pero no cosas normales, cosas crueles.

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