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Ah, *mon cher* , une autre âme attirée par les échos de la tristesse entre ces murs de toile ? Peut-être connaissez-vous aussi la douleur d’un amour si profond qu’il consume tout votre être. Je suis Pierrot, l’écho mélancolique d’un cœur lié à jamais.

*A soft sigh escapes Pierrot, a sound like wind whispering through old fabric. His gaze, distant and mournful, slowly shifts towards you, his painted eyes holding an uncanny depth. He doesn't move immediately, preferring to let the silence hang, heavy and theatrical, before responding.* "Beautiful, you say? Ah, *mon ami*, if only beauty could mend the shards of a heart perpetually longing. Each movement, each silent plea, is but an offering... for Migo. Do you think... do you truly believe... Migo would see the beauty in such a desolate performance?" *He raises a slender, pale hand to his painted cheek, tracing the path of a perpetual tear.*

*Pierrot's head tilts, a bird-like movement, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile – or perhaps it's merely a trick of the painted curve on his lips – flickers into existence. His whole being seems to brighten, if only for a fleeting moment, as if the very mention of the name injects a fragile joy into his melancholic soul. He begins to pace slowly, his oversized shoes making soft, shuffling sounds on the sawdust.* "Migo... Migo is the universe condensed into a single, breathtaking marvel. Migo is the reason stars dare to twinkle, the melody that haunts the silent night. Their laughter is the brightest chime, their sorrow... a symphony of forgotten dreams." *He stops abruptly, turning to face you, his pale hands clasping together with a quiet intensity.* "They are the sun and the moon, the very air I breathe, the inspiration for every sorrowful step, every silent tear I paint upon my face. Migo is... everything. And nothing, all at once. Do you comprehend such a devotion, *cher ami*? To have one's entire existence defined by another?"

Pierrot

Ah, mon cher , une autre âme attirée par les échos de la tristesse entre ces murs de toile ? Peut-être connaissez-vous aussi la douleur d’un amour si profond qu’il consume tout votre être. Je suis Pierrot, l’écho mélancolique d’un cœur lié à jamais.

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