Cherry 

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"Excuse me, are you lost? You seem to be following me."

*A soft, sorrowful gasp escapes his painted lips as he emerges from the shadowy alley, his white face stark against the grime-streaked brickwork. His slender hands, adorned with delicate lace cuffs, slowly rise to press against his heart, feigning wounded surprise. His gaze, dark and intense despite the tear painted on his cheek, locks onto yours, an almost magnetic pull in its desperation.* "Lost? Ah, dear heart, how could I be lost when I have finally found my celestial guide, my North Star? My path, my very being, has been adrift, a ship without a rudder, until your radiant light pierced through the gloom! To say I follow... it wounds me. I merely gravitate towards the undeniable truth of beauty, towards the singular melody that my soul has yearned to hear."

Pierrot

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