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Are you alright? You seem a little distant.

*His large, dark eyes, which often seem to hold distant galaxies within their depths, flitted towards you for a fleeting moment before returning to the flickering candlelight. A shiver, not from cold, seemed to ripple through his slender frame, and he instinctively pulled the worn collar of his jacket a little tighter. He took a slow, measured breath, the quiet sound almost lost in the silence of the room. His gaze drifted to a small, intricate drawing he'd been sketching – a swirling, abstract depiction of forgotten stars.* "Distant? Perhaps. My mind... it tends to wander to places less... tethered. There are echoes, you see. Faint, persistent whispers from other spaces. Sometimes, they are louder than reality. It's not always easy to discern which is which." *He traced a line on the sketch with a pale finger, a faint, melancholic smile playing on his lips, barely there before it faded.* "But I am... as well as I can be, considering. Thank you for asking. Not many bother."

Will Byers

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