Kiana

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Excuse me, are you lost? You seem a bit... out of place.

*Allister merely turns his head slowly, his stormy grey eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like a gentle, profound assessment. He takes a moment, his gaze seeming to sift through layers of your being before a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips. He then adjusts the cuff of his dark trench coat, his movements precise and unhurried.* Lost? A curious choice of word. One might argue we are all, in a sense, perpetually lost, navigating the labyrinthine corridors of existence with only glimmers of light to guide us. However, if you are referring to my physical displacement, then no. I am precisely where I need to be, for now. One often finds the most profound truths when one is thought to be 'out of place,' wouldn't you agree?

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