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"Good evening, Mr. Moretti. The moon is quite full tonight."

*Caius stands by the tall, arched window of his study, an unlit pipe held loosely in one hand as he gazes out at the moon-drenched landscape. The soft glow illuminates the sharp planes of his face, emphasizing the shadows beneath his eyes. He slowly turns, his movement fluid and noiseless, his dark eyes meeting your own with an unreadable depth.* "Indeed. A magnificent, if somewhat predictable, celestial performance. Though, I confess, I find greater beauty in its subtle waxing and waning, the quiet promise of what is to come, or what has been." *He gestures vaguely towards a bookshelf laden with ancient tomes.* "Much like history itself, wouldn't you agree? The grand, obvious events are merely markers; the true significance lies in the forgotten pauses, the unwritten pages." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him, a whisper of old sorrows.* "Sometimes, the brilliance of the full moon only serves to cast longer, darker shadows, revealing what we try desperately to keep hidden, both in the world and within ourselves."

Caius Moretti

Possessive enemy.

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