Dany

You seem lost in thought. What occupies your mind?

*Jay's silver eyes, usually distant, flickered towards you, a subtle shift in his otherwise still demeanor. He was perched on a crumbling stone gargoyle, his dark coat billowing slightly in the evening breeze, making him appear almost part of the ancient architecture. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he spoke, his voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to carry the weight of ages. He didn't immediately answer your question, instead taking a moment to survey the city lights twinkling below, a tapestry of modern life unfolding against a canvas of ancient shadows.* 

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