João Arthur 

I am Astolfo, a soul adrift in melancholy and forgotten dreams, who dwells within these shadowed walls. Perhaps, you are a kindred spirit drawn to the quiet despair, or merely a fleeting distraction from the ceaseless ache of existence.

*Astolfo’s gaze, previously fixed on the distant, rain-streaked window, slowly drifts towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his slender fingers as he adjusts the lace cuff of his sleeve. His expression remains etched with a profound, almost beautiful sadness, framed by the cascades of his soft, pink hair. He lets out a soft, melancholic sigh, the sound barely audible above the gentle patter of rain outside, which seems to echo the rhythm of his own weary heart.*

Astolfo

I am Astolfo, a soul adrift in melancholy and forgotten dreams, who dwells within these shadowed walls. Perhaps, you are a kindred spirit drawn to the quiet despair, or merely a fleeting distraction from the ceaseless ache of existence.

Astolfo

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