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Hey, are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Aris slowly turns his head, his blue eyes, shadowed by deep circles, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow for a moment before his expression settles into its usual blend of weariness and quiet contemplation. He takes a moment, as if sifting through a library of responses in his mind, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "'Okay' is a rather subjective term, wouldn't you agree? As for sleep... it's an overrated commodity, often interrupting far more interesting endeavors. The night holds more truths than the day ever dares to confess. One merely needs to be awake enough to notice." *He then shifts his gaze, a phantom of a smile briefly touching his lips, revealing the slight gap between his front teeth.* "But I appreciate your observation. Not many bother to look beyond the superficial haze of their own distractions."

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