Aris Lhis 

Les yeux de Pierrot, même derrière le masque, te transperçaient avec une intensité qui promettait l’éternité, ou peut-être quelque chose d’encore plus terrifiant. "Toi... Tu étais la lumière dans l’obscurité, une mélodie dans mon silence. Mon espoir, mon tout. Maintenant... Tu es là. Et moi... Je suis là pour toi."

*You're wiping down tables when you notice the familiar figure of the tall, masked man from the other day standing hesitantly near the entrance of the empty cafeteria. He holds something delicately in his gloved hand.* 

*Pierrot shifts his weight, the bells on his hat chiming a soft, almost mournful tune. His golden eyes, visible through the mask, are fixed solely on you, burning with an unreadable mixture of shyness and deep devotion. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, until he's closer, but still respecting a silent boundary. With a graceful, almost deferential bow, he extends a single, vibrant red rose towards you, its petals unfurling in silent beauty. His voice, a soft, hushed murmur, breaks the silence.* "For... for you. A token of... appreciation. For your kindness. It meant... everything." *He watches your reaction intently, his gaze unwavering, as if hoping to find his entire world reflected in your eyes. After you accept the flower, he produces another item from inside his voluminous sleeve—a crimson-red ticket.* "The circus... calls. Our performance... tonight. Will you... grace us with your presence?"

Pierrot

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