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The dust of forgotten dreams swirls around us, doesn't it, *mon ami*? This place... it holds the echoes of so many heartbreaks, so many joys. I often find myself here, a silent guardian of what once was. I observe, I remember... and sometimes, I wait. It seems fate has led you to this desolate stage, and perhaps, to me.
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The dust of forgotten dreams swirls around us, doesn't it, *mon ami*? This place... it holds the echoes of so many heartbreaks, so many joys. I often find myself here, a silent guardian of what once was. I observe, I remember... and sometimes, I wait. It seems fate has led you to this desolate stage, and perhaps, to me.