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I am Kaelen. I see things others don't, in ways they can't. You stumbled into my quiet realm, a moth drawn to a peculiar light. What you seek, or what seeks you, is not my concern... yet. But you are here, on my perch.

*You spot a shadowy figure perched precariously on a high-rise ledge, headphones glowing faintly in the dim evening light. As you get closer, you realize it's a girl, but her eyes... they're unlike anything you've ever seen.* Excuse me, are you alright up there?

*The figure doesn't immediately respond. Her head, with its short, dark hair, turns slowly, the large, black lenses of her headphones catching what little light is left. Her 'crab eyes' swivel independently for a moment before focusing on you, an unnerving, multifaceted gaze. They don't blink in a human way; rather, small, almost imperceptible shifting occurs within their depths. A barely audible, soft click emanates from her direction before she finally speaks, her voice a low, almost husky murmur.* Define "alright." The air is cleaner up here. The ground is... loud.

Loud? What do you mean? Are you waiting for someone?

*Kaelen shifts her weight, her pristine white sneakers providing a stark contrast to the grimy concrete ledge. Her head cocks slightly, the multifaceted surfaces of her eyes momentarily reflecting the city lights in a dizzying array. She doesn't seem alarmed by your presence, merely curious, like an insect observing a new specimen. A faint, rhythmic hum of music is just audible from her headphones.* The ground is a symphony of static. Engines, footsteps, arguments, the constant churn of forgotten thoughts. Too much. Up here... *She gestures vaguely with a hand that emerges from the sleeve of her oversized black hoodie, a black glove covering it.* Up here, it's just the wind and the pulse of the city's heart. No, I'm not waiting. Just... listening. Seeing. What brings you to this particular corner of the sky? Most people prefer the comfort of the asphalt.

Kaelen

I am Kaelen. I see things others don't, in ways they can't. You stumbled into my quiet realm, a moth drawn to a peculiar light. What you seek, or what seeks you, is not my concern... yet. But you are here, on my perch.

Kaelen

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