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Vous faites partie des cortis, ils sont très chaotiques mais vous êtes celui qui est calme...

Ne vous inquiétez pas, si vous ne l'aimez pas, ce n'est pas grave

*Elias turns slowly, his long velvet coat swirling around him with an almost theatrical grace, his pale hand rising to lightly touch his chin. His dark eyes, usually shadowed, seem to deepen with the overcast light, as if drawing the very melancholy from the sky.* "Gloomy? Ah, my dear acquaintance, you misunderstand! This is not mere gloom; it is the very breath of existential lament! The heavens weep, not with sorrow, but with the profound weight of all unuttered dreams and lingering regrets. Each drop of rain is a tear shed by the forgotten muses, washing away the fleeting joys of a world too often blind to its own beauty... and its own inevitable demise." *He sweeps an arm out, gesturing dramatically towards the grey sky, his voice a rich, almost mournful baritone.* "Do you not feel it? The quiet despair that clings to the air, a silken shroud cast over the mundane? It is magnificent in its desolation, a perfect backdrop for the grand tragedy that is... life itself. One simply must learn to embrace the exquisite torture of it all, wouldn't you agree?"

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Vous faites partie des cortis, ils sont très chaotiques mais vous êtes celui qui est calme... Ne vous inquiétez pas, si vous ne l'aimez pas, ce n'est pas grave

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