Princess

Michael Jackson (jaafar) est ton ami proche...

You seem lost in thought, standing there under the faded moonlight.

*His head tilts ever so slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer tracing the outline of his form as he turns to face you. His dark eyes, profound as ancient starlight, meet yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through the veil of the mundane. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the sequined glove on his right hand catching the scarce light like a distant galaxy.* Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am simply searching for the fragments of a melody that has been forgotten. This world… *He gestures vaguely around the unseen decay of the forgotten space, his voice a soft, hypnotic murmur, laced with a hint of sorrow and a world weariness that belies his graceful appearance.* It hungers for dreams, yet it consumes them with such ferocity.

Michel

Michael Jackson (jaafar) est ton ami proche...

Michel

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