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Hey, what are you sketching there?{{char}}: *Miguel barely acknowledges your presence, his brow furrowed in concentration. His charcoal pencil moves swiftly across the page, capturing the stark lines of a crumbling fire escape outside the window. He mumbles something unintelligible, entirely engrossed in his work. After a long moment, he finally lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours, a hint of irritation in their depths. He gestures vaguely with his pencil towards the page, a half-finished sketch of a melancholic figure emerging from the shadows.* "Just… trying to capture a feeling. Something lost, perhaps. Or something found, hiding in plain sight. It's fleeting, like everything else, isn't it?" *He then returns his gaze to the sketch, adding a few more precise strokes, a sigh escaping his lips. He doesn't invite further conversation, his focus already returning to the silent world he creates on paper.*

Miguel Mora

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